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20 quid including postage?

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Get me on me profile.

Ta daa…

The Tiger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

love a bit of copy n’ paste genius.

Rock Garden drainage ditch OTB.

Miracle once-in-a-lifetime-land-on-feet.

I think the shock of landing pretty much upright surpassed the shock of not breaking a bone.

*looks around for bike*

Finds it. At the bottom.

Edit: Chico, keep us posted

I’ve always wondered how MMA folk get on at Minor Injuries/GPs.

“So, how did that happen?”

“Got battered”.

“High Street?”

“Nah. Gym”.

Better than “Bedrock got in the way of my shins”.

There’s special websites, which also do pants.

You’ll have to take it apart and put it back together again. Properly.

Watching, waiting, not hoping on the police but Preston HiveMind seems on it.

To a layman this looks like SpyTrackWorld.

All this information is being knowledge banked.

If my Inbred makes it through this next trip to Fort Bill it will prove, once and for all, that it cannot be broken.

That won’t help, but it’s made of steel and you should see the bloody state of it.

Bombproof.

He’ll be out painting fences.

Keyboard vigilantes, attack!

there’ll be a closed thread and a redirection in a minute, you’ve joined a vocal club.

In the meantime, check todays OP’s.

Here we go then

Black Flag

Pulley

T.S.O.L

I have an education, just the wrong side of the ocean.

TooTall, catch the worms, catch the worms…

You mean, there’s more than that Sweaty armpit Eileen one ? 😈

it’s good to catch up on where all this came from>

Working backwards.

I’ll be here…

But not here.

Kind of Where’s Drunk Waldo.

Pedros SynLub is good too.

Couldashoulda, the keyboard will be retired promptly before I arrive to an inbox of moderations in the morning.

😀

Happy Friday.

cheers yossarian

*edit* Lest we forget to mention the solo stuff.

Being a noob, it’s fine to reference Redemption Song in my awakening.

Some nice person just gave me a bottle of Glenfiddich 12.

Schoolnight.

See you in hell. Slainte, STW!

TJ also recommended being an rshollen, which coincidentally, also lasts for life.

Alternatively, warehouse jobs = forklift. Shazam.

😛

I also do get very angry at myself for listening to The Clash and thinking “That’s a Greenday chord. Edit *every “pop-punk”band since the clash*

Except it bloody isn’t and my education’s all feekd up.

Thanks Dad.

Buy a bloody Makita.

Choose a small selection of very good bits.

done.

I predict-a-table.

edit: NEXT!

26 in a fortnight.

That’s middle aged enough. 🙂

Yay,internet friends. Thanks all.

I always remember giving the Nirvana kids who hero worshipped Cobain a hard time in school, ’cause he was dead and it always seemed super sycophantic but I tend to feel the same of Strummer sometimes. particularly recently with this current state of affairs.

When was the last time we got properly melted?

Me first, last week on a midweek sabbatical attacked the vodka like a fresher.

“WE’RE JUST TWO LOST SOULS SWIMMING IN A FISH BOWL”

at 3AM.

Phoned people and everything, fear the next day, pack of fags, the whole miserable affair.

I call it “Birthday Practice”.

🙁

lonely hive.

I’ll bore the arse off mrs.c later with socio-political cultural endeavours.

But enough of that… 😆

More of a push for some old folks to wax lyrical about the genius of Simonon/Hall et:al.

Actually, that’s a fair point…. Semi-Hijack.

Stair Set Thread>Edinburgh’s the place…check it part 2

NEXT!

Just listened to London Calling(album).

Open eyes, oh look it’s 2013. Apparently.

sigh

My personal technique is pull up, pump down.

Covers all sorts really but once you’re in it, 10 or a 100, much of a muchness.

Eg:

Y’ken Northwind?

Edit: Not much clearing to be had there mind.

There’s an estate round here with loads of bikes in it.

None of them belong to the original owners.

Sorry.

Planning to fill a growler.

*snarf*

And Tennets.

Yeah, that’s right.

*sigh*

BBC Breaking news tickertape just read

“UKIP take Isle of White”

Direct quote.

Couldn’t make it up.

snarf snarf.

I’d be a pig in poop if i had a 15mm axle, or no a deore hub, but blaahhh.

Merlin’s excellent.

On One had a clearance but all the good stuff’s gone.

My view-

When you try to flush a giant sheit down an old toilet, it often comes back up closer to the rim. If you ignore it and flush again, it goes away.

UKIP = poo.
Toilet = britain.
Flushing = common sense.

Morning Stoner, join the club.

gnnghhhhhh.

Yeah,cheers Wozza.

Jeez, these bicycles look awfully serious.

Edit: Manualling out of corners at 120mph. Good start to the day that.

Carb ramming, full fat chocolate milk and proper all over stretchy stretches.

More stretchy stretches.

Pretzels.