tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post8143577890191719025..comments2024-03-28T20:22:57.854+00:00Comments on Eccles is saved: Yet more bloggsEccleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00357168852208499013noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-85840984555295996922012-04-20T12:16:07.337+01:002012-04-20T12:16:07.337+01:00Dat preist probabbly fuoght you was gonna be de ra...Dat preist probabbly fuoght you was gonna be de rabit, and not a charmin Ena Shrapnels lookalike. As JabaPappa says, everyone is de rabit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-50326490593494202402012-04-18T15:16:42.985+01:002012-04-18T15:16:42.985+01:00My apologies to James Goldenpile. When I barged in...My apologies to James Goldenpile. When I barged into him outside the Civic Centre in HazelGrove the other day, I was hurrying to Stepping Hill Hospital to pick up a billet doux from a secret admirer. You don't get many of those, these days, so I was naturally keen to meet him. Imagine my disappointment when I hurried into the WRVS Canteen, in my best hairnet, and reeking of Yardley Freesia, to find the only occupant was a fat balding elderly priest wearing a CND badge, dark glasses, and reading a copy of Gay Times.jadishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12630935810012897371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-88334632006443616982012-04-18T09:01:11.593+01:002012-04-18T09:01:11.593+01:00ALL of these people are the Rabbit.
Woeful.ALL of these people are the Rabbit.<br /><br />Woeful.JabbaPapahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10083219719210167786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-10952818334826166882012-04-17T15:22:50.231+01:002012-04-17T15:22:50.231+01:00You sure has suffered, Madam Anon. Dat's reely...You sure has suffered, Madam Anon. Dat's reely woful.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-1968361420194550272012-04-17T14:51:06.644+01:002012-04-17T14:51:06.644+01:00As a patient in a rehabilitation ward, I was aston...As a patient in a rehabilitation ward, I was astonished to read your post above. Let me explain. I am an internationally remowned lady concert pianist, currently staying at my Auntie Effie's caravan in Kircaldy.I was having a bit of trouble with the passages in Clair de Lune - doing rolling arpeggios is difficult when you are Chinese, and only have small hands. I therefore decided to take a stroll down the high street. I had just stopped to chat to an old gentleman called George who was waving his umbrella about shouting that it was obsolete, and that we were all going to die of heatstroke. I was impressed by his hockey stick diagrams, so I decided to take all my clothes off, so that I would be prepared for when the temperature in Kircaldy rose from 38F, and the drizzle eased up. Thus distracted, I failed to notice a rather nice printer come flying out of a nearby window, and hit me on the head, making me fall over the old gentleman and his umbrella, and be knocked unconscious. As I fainted I heard a strange gurgle from George "You bastards - the ricin...the ricin", and the ambulance man told me later that the poor old soul had expired there and then. An exciting afternoon then, all things considered - but nowhere near as dramatic as an afternoon on the Telegraph blogs, pretending to be an international financier with a website in Exeter.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com