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C'mon guys, bash the Merkins

Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath I am a bad, bad, man

*********** Lawdy only knows how I finished up tree pages behind. Did I ever mention that I HATE computers? My Friend the Sun - Family

Surely, by the fact that such ads are displayed on RMWeb, the implication is that they are? OK sorry for calling you Shirley

Well, the replacement bus turned up quickly and my journey continued in the manner which it began. Upon reaching a particularly awkward road, narrow with cars parked both sides, Mr Bus Driver (###### Ignoramus) came face to face with Mr Veolia Waste Management Driver (###### Imobilus) in his dustcart. Monosyllable taunts and threats followed. Both got out and they squared up in the middle of the road and it looked like fisticuffs were next (the bookie on the bus was offering good odds on the binman , so I put a pound on). Then a little old lady walked into the road and threatening them with her brolly told the pair of them to grow up and behave or she'd report them both,Cockwombles 0 Supergran 1 ... So Mum visited, Asda visited, home now with a nice cuppa and NOW the sun comes out. Cricket on the radio, Mrs HB heading out and feet up, I feel that an eyelid inspection may follow shortly Edited to add : Sapiens neanderthalensis Erectus - Blah ####### stoopid filter

Morning all, from my phone, on a broken down bus and soaking wet. Pervading aroma this morning seems to be fermenting council bin wagon. HB news at 10, wet, hungry and p'd off.

A man goes on a vacation to a tropical island. As soon as the plane lands, he gets off and hears drumming. At first, he thinks, “This is pretty cool”. He ends up going for a stroll and hears the drumming. He eats lunch and hears the drums. He goes to the beach and hears the drums. He tries to sleep, but can’t because of the constant drumming. The drumming goes on for four days. The guy has to go down to the front desk because he can’t sleep. He asks the manager “What is the deal with these drums! Make them stop. I haven’t got any sleep this whole week!” The manager of the hotel says “No. Drums don’t stop. You don’t want the drums to stop, sir.” “Why?” “Because when drums stop… Bass solo begins!”

Yeah and the drums are still in the boot because the drummer handed the bass player the keys, so he could start unloading, while the drummer went to open the pub door.

Sound man counts 1-2,1-2 Bass player comes in on 3 (maybe)* And the drummer has already counted to 12. The guitarist has already done a 4 bar solo. And of course roadies lift on 7. *If he's not still outside locked in the drummer's car.

An Englishman, a Scotsman and an Irishman walked into a bar. The Welshman nearly peed himself laughing.

For the first time in a very long time I was out with my trusty twangstick last night. Ad hoc four piece band put together over the last week with old friends, no time for practice, just get up and go. Another set of friends had done the same so we were going to split the night between us. We were playing for a friend's birthday al fresco in the pub beer garden. Got set up under one of those halfbaked DIY shop mini-marquee patio cover things. Played two songs and the thunderstorm hit. Had to strip everything back down and get it under cover. No room to set up indoors, so one amp was plugged in, and we all took it in turns to do our party pieces. Everything from Jake Thackray to Motorhead. The rain then persisted until it was time to head home. Still a good night though. Mucho Guinness was consumed. Slow start this morning Thoughts to all ailing.

And of course, if flashes if you break down.

Ok. I completely misread that. I'm going to take a walk and then lie down. No, you really don't want to know

It's the estate of the supposed aggrieved party that have a dose of the greedies. The chap himself never made a fuss and died about 20 years ago. Unfortunately Zep have previous form, which may stack the deck. Sounded like a nice day at Scarborough yesterday, the gulls were certainly in fine voice as I listened to Radio Leeds (that will upset a few locals here, who perceive that town to be the root of all evil) and Yorkshire's first white ball win this season I believe. Lyth hit a great century, then despite trying their best to throw it away, we won by two wickets. Thanks to Pete for the Otis Rush. Much enjoyed. Dull and threatening rain here again this morning, Not much on the agenda. I will no doubt find (or more likely, be found) something to do before long. Dave, hope things go well for Is. Thoughts to all ailing, recovering or missing.

You Send Me - Sam Cooke