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Post by unomusette on Nov 22, 2014 22:30:27 GMT
Why thank you - you're my bestest mate, have another drink Another interesting fact about us welsh is that year, hear, here and ear are all pronounced "year". Actually, here is more usually "by year", as in "Where's it to? By year" (trans. "Where is it? Here") As a student of languages I'm sure this interests you hugely.
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Post by Helmut83 on Nov 22, 2014 23:01:12 GMT
Haha, yeah, it's good to know, above all if I were going to go to Wales anytime soon (which I don't think I am, on the short term at least). Of course, as a student you have to try to not go too crazy with the local terms, expressions and pronounciations, only take notice of the main differences between British English and American English.
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Post by BSJ on Nov 22, 2014 23:22:59 GMT
Ok, Forum Heads, (in honor of JLN, who is very busy at this time)
Reading H W's pub crawls brings to mind when we girls did the same every Thursday. Story short. Me and a few other dames ended up in the backseat of a cop car. We witness a car accident. They wanted us to mark the car that did the dirty deed. Well, yours truly spied the panel with the named sirens. I imitated each one. High low was one that I remember. HIGH LOW! HIGH LOW! HIGH LOW! I sang and on down. They let us go!
The vault is slowly creaking open!
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Post by Helmut83 on Nov 22, 2014 23:32:30 GMT
Hahaha... poor cops, I can understand them. The question still to be revealed there is what actions lead you to end up in the back seat of a police car. I'm sure that vault will now be like a broken dam and will let flow lots of other stories.
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Post by BSJ on Nov 22, 2014 23:40:50 GMT
Shame on you! No suspicious actions on our part. We were polity asked to do a civic duty, never having the pleasure, I was the first in.
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Post by Helmut83 on Nov 22, 2014 23:55:14 GMT
Now that I think about it, I don't know how I even considered doubting your civic commitment and your ever faultless conduct, BSJ! Shame on me!
Now, weren't we talking about drunk stories?
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Post by BSJ on Nov 23, 2014 0:20:02 GMT
Drunk stories!! My good man! Many rum & cokes, beers, shots, etc, were had during our travels from bar to bar that night. Why no fear crawling into back of a cop car. This is way I can't believe the fuzz let us go!
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Post by Helmut83 on Nov 23, 2014 0:30:02 GMT
You mean "this is why"? PS: the secret messages are calling to you endlessly...
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Post by BSJ on Nov 23, 2014 0:38:10 GMT
You are correct, sir!
And the thing with those secret messages? They never answer.
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Post by BSJ on Nov 23, 2014 0:38:25 GMT
Did you get my email
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Post by Helmut83 on Nov 23, 2014 0:48:32 GMT
Yeah, I got it. Trying to fix the problem now so that you can happily pull a Linda.
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Post by BSJ on Nov 23, 2014 1:34:50 GMT
Then there were the holidays to UK holiday camps and later Spain and France which we travelled to by coach and later in an old van I had, we were so poor food was out of the question and so we lived on beer, happy days. Traveling to other countries to party? Well, aren’t you the fancy one throwing up in France? Indeed! Liquid diet? I’m there! Not a curry house we went to at the end of a night. Over the road trucker stop was the place to scarf a breakfast of eggs, hash browns, sausage and strong, strong, coffee. Oh… 3:00 am days. worthy
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Post by Horacewimp on Nov 23, 2014 9:43:16 GMT
Then there were the holidays to UK holiday camps and later Spain and France which we travelled to by coach and later in an old van I had, we were so poor food was out of the question and so we lived on beer, happy days. Traveling to other countries to party? Well, aren’t you the fancy one throwing up in France? Indeed! Liquid diet? I’m there! Not a curry house we went to at the end of a night. Over the road trucker stop was the place to scarf a breakfast of eggs, hash browns, sausage and strong, strong, coffee. Oh… 3:00 am days. worthy
3am days, we were ony getting started we would book a hotel bed and breakfast, go out on the evening have a skinfull roll back up at the hotel 6-7am just in time for breakfast and then off to bed for a few hours. We would then get up and go down the beach, fall asleep on the sunbed and wake up rather burnt and red the best cure for sunburn more beer It makes you wonder why we never pulled any of the ladies In fact the first time I met Mrs Wimp I was worst for wear in a pub and knocked over a sass (snakebite(cider/lager) and blackcurrant) all over her skirt, I told her not to worry as she could buy a new one the following day from the charity shop, don't think she was very impressed as it was another year until we met up again.
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Post by unomusette on Nov 23, 2014 20:50:57 GMT
Horace, you are PRICELESS! Don't suppose you have any photos from those continental jaunts?
As for BSJ, well that's probably an extremely tame version of what really used to happen. I would guess that as soon as she and her coven snuck out at night, the cops would send a car to tail them so they could be arrested taken care of for their own good as soon as things got out of hand.
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Post by Horacewimp on Nov 23, 2014 21:31:18 GMT
I have got some photos but they are usually early on in the evening and sensible, I'll have a look and see what I can find. These days we are only allowed out twice a year as a group of lads without our wives, the group of degenerates consists of me and my brother, two of my school friends ( I've now known for about 40 years) and two friends I met at college (I've known for 30-35 years) As you might remember from earlier in the year our one get togethers is a long weekend holiday away. We always think up some excuse, birthdays or wedding anniversarys etc, we have been doing this for about 15 years and have been to Portugal, Spain (many times), France, Holland, Croatia, Slovenia, Weston Super Mare to name a few. We have already got next years jolly booked up to Barcelona in June The other tradition is "The Christmas Sing Song Night" this will be celebrating is 30th year anniversary this year. It's boys only and takes place the last Monday before Xmas, meeting up at The Old Contemptibles pub in Birmingham at 7.00pm. Any one who arrives in B'ham early with have a quick drink first at the German Market, the night consists of exchanging Christmas cards, mini pub crawl of about six pubs and running to McDonald's for two cheese burgers to eat on the train home. Oh I nearly forgot plenty of singing of Xmas classics especially FEED THE WORLD at the top of your voice.
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