Buttertubs Pass, Yorkshire Dales.

Within the speed limit – but SO much fun!

Are they not what Hungarians use to roll cigarettes?

Why yes, that is my coat….

Whatever the OH has that is clean.

It’s generally aimed at cretins

:mrgreen:

100 as a passenger in my Dad’s 1976 MGB.

Which feels and sounds like Mach 4!

132, shortly before remembering that a driving licence is a jolly handy thing to have, and that it would be nice to keep it.

Scarily, I got overtaken by an Audi A4. God knows what speed it was doing, but it made me look like I was in reverse.

Dead Kennedys – Too Drunk to ****

cant help but think if she was prettier she would get less grief.

+1

Just MTFU and have a gram of coke instead……

:wink:

That feeling when you’ve got someone a brilliant gift and you are really excited about seeing their face when they open it.

Sabatier.

Got 2, which I have had for about four years now, and they haven’t yet required sharpening.

Jungle Book

Monty Python and the Holy Grail

http://www.facebook.com/Electricdreamsduo

:twisted:

Red Bull is incredible. If I’m knackered, I only have to drink a can of it, and instantly I am nervous, jittery and incoherent, and still knackered.

I hate the stuff.

Go for one with different heat settings – preferably including cold. Also, one with all those bizarre attachments that look like cruel and unusual torture devices.

Oh, and make sure it’s black. Black ones always go faster.

Shamelessly stolen from thus week’s Private Eye :D

For Kevevs

Yes! That too!

IMO the biggest rule that should be enforced is that if you can’t keep your disgusting brood under some sort of control, don’t bring them to the ****ing supermarket. Or better still, stop breeding.

As opposed to the illogical shoot?

:D

Unfortunately my high horse died last summer, so I am now sadly on foot… but I rather thought that Karimofnine was asking a perfectly reasonable question in the OP.

When I was a kid, pressies happened as soon as everybody was up and dressed. It was very difficult, as I am an only child – and therefore had no sibling to help me get everyone out of bed :(

Things are a little different now.

OH’s birthday is Christmas day (damned inconsiderate if you ask me…)
In the morning (or early afternoon, depending on hangover status – the OH is in a band and they always have a gig on Christmas Eve) it is strictly birthday time.
Then we go to see the OH’s children and deliver pressies.
Then we go to Mule Towers and have Christmas with Mr and Mrs Mule Senior, eat far too much, and drink all Father Mule’s malt whisky, before crawling to bed. Much to the bewilderment of the OH, who is only just getting used to the idea of having Christmas Day without the traditional “somebody kicks off and there ends up being a bloody great fight” :D

I like Christmas.

Nightmare Before Christmas will definitely be on in the Mule household also, at some point in the festive period.

Don’t worry, it’s currently weeing it down in Sheffield city centre, so the ice has pretty much all gone.

The roads should be nicely flooded just in time for the evening rush hour.

About 20 years ago is the first and last time I properly lost my temper.

It resulted in an ex getting run over.

I have since decided not to let it happen again.

Mr Mule Senior swears by his diesel Landrover Freelander.

Of course, sometimes he swears at it – such as the time the silly git put about a hundred quids worth of unleaded in it….

Th OH’s Birthday is on Christmas day. Damned inconsiderate if you ask me.

We’ll be getting the tree out of the attic and putting it up tomorrow. Followed by three weeks of mayhem as we try to extract the malignant little sh*** cats from tree, lights, tinsel….

My bank account contains significantly less money than I had hoped.

I’m not that comfortable with the whole stop/start thing. Nothing to do with any kind of informed opinion – I’ve just had too much experience of driving cars where you spend the entire journey fervently praying (to any divinity that might be passing) that the engine doesn’t cut out because there isn’t a hope in hell of getting the damn thing started again if it does.

You lot must have all had much better cars than me!

Best thing about the North? Swaledale.

Oh, and the Wensleydale Creamery cheese shop in Hawes.

NB, best Swaledale pub? My vote would go to the Bridge Inn in Grinton

I once told my (ex) boss that it would have been nice if she had at least bought me something to eat, as ideally I like to be wined and dined before I get ****ed.

It wasn’t well received.

I guess I’m quite lucky. The OH and I both prefer documentaries, and both agree that there is no such thing as “too much David Attenborough” :D

It is often cat dander rather than the actual hair that is the problem. Either way, your OH thoroughly brushing the cat every day or every other day (NOT in the same room as you, obviously!), and disposing of the hair etc in the outside bin might help. It will probably also benefit the cat :D

I went on the North Yorkshire MG run a few years ago. It was actually quite enjoyable. Drove some nice roads, got to see bits of countryside that I’d never visited before, and saw plenty of wildlife (alive, I mean, not roadkill).

Could be a horsefly

(cue terrible jokes)

NO AND THEN!

Double-sided sellotape on the cats’ feet :twisted: