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Big Al, tempting though it is, I'm not allowed to do nasty things as according to Wiccan principles any malice directed to another returns to you threefold, and I didn't enjoy being a pox-riddled frog the first time I tried to be spiteful,

Don't want him back, thankyou. This has given me the opportunity I've been waiting for. Yes, D.I.Y v. useful for locks, although fitting the bolts across the back door was tricky....probably because I didn't hang it straight in the first place, still learning. Don't know how he'll manage to drink 30 pints in handcuffs, but I bet he'll manage. I wish them well. Aaaah. blessed relief.

Excellent decoding, gentlemen. But I discovered the true meaning this weekend when he was caught doing very rude things with a prison wardress...I believe they call them screws, how appropriate. So it's not just nurses uniforms with you guys, then? So his bags are packed and in the yard, the locks are changed and I can mutter incoherently to myself on my sofa in full control of the remote. There has to be a good blues number to be written about this!

Jim started it. Reckon' he has a secret thing about nurses' uniforms.

Nice one, Newt. Sad Billie Holiday couldn't be around to share that. Re. 'greens and ham hock' we call that 'bacon, cabbage and spuds' in our house. I've been cooking that in our local each St. Pat's day for several years. One of our clan started dating a lass from Birmingham and requested it for his evening bite. he came home to two streaky rashers floating about in a pan of water, white cabbage cooked beyond repair and mashed potatoes. The relationship didn't last long! Everybody still waves to passing cars at home, too. They've just built a race track down the local boreen, Ciara's Nan's arms are weary with waving now. I have a joke for you, but I'll Email it in case it's a bit near the knuckle.

I would like to thank every body for making me so welcome. He's asleep on the sofa again. I've tried prising the remote control, ever so gently, from his hands. He said"Nffahh blmp anh". Can anybody decipher this? Chesters, are you fluent in this language, given that it's origins are Erse? I have said in my gentle, matronly, (ta, Jim), voice, " maybe you should go to bed", He said, "Nrrrghhh", and sent a coded message via another orifice. C'mon girls.....advice, please.

If those beer goggles can make you guys look sexy at closing time how on earth are we poor little ladies supposed to resist a kebab?. They're hot, they smell good (after a few pints), they're greasy, they leave odd smelly bits of themselves all over the furniture, they upset your digestive system, and you always regret popping them in your mouth in the morning....practically indistinguishable!

Thankyou very much for your recipe, Bluey. I believe I may have used that one shotrtly before I was burnt at the stake again!

How well I know that Pizza place. I've seen a few faces with some good topping suggestions in my time too. Little Feathers contacted me earlier regarding you in a full face visor. Tut tut, don't you know that ladie's bottom burps only smell of roses?

Surely it's as simple as "it's your body do what you feel best for it". I would add the clause "as long as it's not willfully harming anyone else." I feel strongly that tattoos are an ancient art form worthy of recognition. Who are we to judge? Personally cartoon tattoos leave me cold, but something ancient or mystic that a person feels they want permanently imprinted on their body, wherever they want it, male or female: is that really anybody elses' business? I love my purple lion!

Thankyou, Chesters, but I'm not altogether convinced I want a load ot tomatoes blowing off in my drawers, sounds exactly like a good night on the beer with little feathers.

I too have been caught off guard when peering through the dreaded 'beer goggles'. There is a great Chinese saying: "if it happened in drink it didn't happen at all" That may work for some, but not for me since the evidence to the contrary, is still occupying too much space on my sofa when not engaged in his favourite passtime, i.e. consuming vast quantities of the black stuff. It's an Irish thing apparently.

Don't think I'd risk having onions tattooed anywhere, especially not the red salad variety, just thinking about what they might be mistaken for makes me eyes water

'more matronly'Jim? thanks a bunch, what does that make you then? I had no idea that the mention of a purple lion would provoke such interesting responses. A purple bed snake, don't think I should go into smutty mode, does it do tricks? is it venemous, etc....or should I?

The long wet start to this summer has taken it's toll on my tomato plants and I now have a glut of small green tomatoes. I've made 8lbs of chutney according to a Delia Smith recipe, using malt vinegar. It's not bad but too vinegary and I wondered if anyone taking a break from fishing could suggest a remedy, please.

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Sorry to interrupt, I've just really enjoyed your messages, but I'm about to grab my teddy and weep all night because as somebody really new to all this, I have no replies to any messages and therefore don'tknow if I'm pushing the right buttons. Unspeakably sad for a woman of my standing. Hayellp

Hiya, mind if I join in the whole caboodle to do with tattoos. I've got a purple lion if that's any help to anyone.

Hmmmm, what on earth do you hope to catch with that on the end of your rod?

Hiya, Jim. I've finally figured out which buttons to press. Little Feathers has spent many dedicated hours helping me and now you's in BIG trouble, 'cos we will both be at ya, as it were.