chrisp65

makes even the shittiest football teams sooth away into the background lovely mid tempo horny honey

Butlins was a mixed blessing. It meant we had swimming pools down the road from where we lived as little kids. It brought girls in when we were a bit older. We could nick bottled beers. There was always somewhere to 'explore' in the closed season. Nothing more exciting than a winter's evening prowling the ground of Butlins and the fairground. Much of Butlins jutted out on a headland. Went down the beach to catch the school bus one morning and all the Butlins cleaning ladies were on the bus stop going home early complaining they still wanted paying. Wasn't sure what sort of industrial action or sacking or whatever had taken place. Being a super observant teenager I then noticed about 30% of the bloody place was gone. Blown in to the sea overnight by the storm. That was the beginning of the end for the place really. That and the petrol bombs from the B.I.R.A. Barry Island Republican Army. Seriously, right up until a recent investment and makeover that grafitti we put up was still on a lot of walls. With our tag line 'if you wanna stay alive, stay off the island'. We were only kids, we thought it was funny and hard. Happy days.

The number of complaints about facebook on here, at the football, in the office, it baffles me that it is still a thing. Never been on it so I can't judge it by anything other than third party feedback - and it sounds about as much fun as diabetes. Having said that, I use twitter which lots of people think is awful, but I get out of it what I want, no more no less so I really like it.

I've opened a bottle of 2014 Rioja. Christ on a bike it's zings - it made me jump it was so unlike what I expected. Label on the back says 'vibrant', yeah vibrant like licking a 9v battery. update - that's undrinkable, have reverted to Fullers London Porter and Dorritos

what's the what? Are you referring to the 'pod in the park' our lovely new outdoor meeting hub / art installation?

apparently there are still a good number of tickets in the £175 tier at the Millenium Some bloke in an England 2015 neon blue coat tried to tell me today I couldn't park in my usual place because I didn't have an access pass for a road they've cordoned off. We had a brief exchange of words and it was agreed he'd **** off and bother someone else.

crispy trivia I work about day a fortnight in Shoreditch and I might be the only person there that wears socks and doesn't have my meetings outside in Hoxton Square.

Mooney, what that tells me is you've got a high sex drive but you talk too much! I just re did the survey a few times until I got the results of a nice considerate person with a huge wang.

check your chakras right here I'm mostly open, but not active.....yet

genuinely, only true altruistic socialism can bring peace and save the world from us unfortunately, people's propensity for avarice and a lack of empathy makes this a long drawn out process

haaaa! I'm nicking that and passing it off as my own work....

1.0 Atheists. 2.0 Hippies. 3.0 People that can't even straighten their own tie. 4.0 Gays. These are the reasons we can't all have nice things.

Growing up on the island was quite a small community - we didn't have enough boys in my year in school for a football team! As a result, we were a bit of a tight knit group of mates - you know the cliche, we'd all just go to the one house and that mum would fix us all tea (egg n chips or beans n chips or sausage n chips or just chips depending on whose mum we selected that evening). The group began to grow apart when my mate Jeff discovered how to make molotov cocktails. First we knew was a loud bang and plume of smoke from down the street. Jeff had blown the kitchen off his nan's house. It was put down as a mischievous accident. About a week later there was a mystery fire on the road bridge to the 'mainland' (it's not really an island but run with it). About a week after that, Jeff was found by the police, out in the early hours, with a milk crate full of petrol bombs. What you doing with them sonny? Instead of sticking with the usual 'dunno' Jeff told them straight 'I'm going to blow up Butlins'. He had to go to a different school for a while.

bunch of amateurs we used to play aerosol roulette - wait until it's dark, light a bonfire on the beach, lob in an aerosol can and stand around the fire...and wait at some point the can will explode, blowing out the fire whilst showering everyone with ash and sparks, once your eyes adjust you look around the group to see who's been shot and is down on the sand with a can shape wound somewhere on their body we had to make our own fun

I can see the fat man. but once more for luck

Ahmed's is the briefcase. The middle one is a real time bomb timer. The bottom one is, I believe, Fat Man to be fair, you can see how the original suspicion could have been raised, I think this is more about 4 police and photos emerging of a 14 year old boy in handcuffs

they could pay an anonymous hitman to do it with all the rip off rents they charge for all business properties around Dartmoor - because let's not forget, Prince Charles was given Dartmoor so he can claim to be a legitimate businessman raising his own monies not just getting benefits

one of these is Ahmed's clock

Sorry, haven't a clue what you're talking about. woosh?

lectures about how they are addictive ( they really aren't I've been taking them for years )

Exactly what rules were you playing to there? Didn't think you could do MC from that position.

yep, that's a thing, but as mentioned, you can walk down the High Street and buy a couple of packs in every shop Acetone is another that's sort of controlled. We have to phone ahead to the chemist if we want to buy a half litre bottle instead of just going to boots and buying 60 little bottles of nail varnish remover. Even then, they sometimes decline to hand it over. I've been refused acetone. Stupid thing is, you can go on Amazon and buy a warehouse full of the stuff. Perhaps terrorist and drug types don't have internet.

Yep, that's a very good post there and does pretty much match my experience - not least the part about trustafarians. I've got no problem with somebody running a worldwide multi million pound charity having a decent car or whatever. But in this one particular case, there was a lot of asking people to work for free, lots of taking advantage of contractors good nature, followed by posh evening receptions to promote the cause that the people that donated time weren't invited to. But that's all a one off situation not to be taken as industry standard. Personally, I'm a big fan of Oxfam, I don't look into it too closely but they appear to do good works and are well established. MSF are the sort of trendy new kid on the block I guess.