Author: Grailfinder
Monday, 04 December 2000 - 10:57 am |        |
"The Fat Oaf and the little Boy at work in the Abyss"
Caz;
Whats this about "a bloody apron" your admiting to owning?
or are you claiming to have grassed on Pizer? |
Author: Simon Owen
Monday, 04 December 2000 - 01:07 pm | |
Is it the Lady in the Blue Hat by Sickert ?
Yours hopefully ,
SJ Owen aged 12 and a half |
Author: Grailfinder
Monday, 04 December 2000 - 01:14 pm | |
Hi Simon;
Good guess! but wrong. |
Author: Caroline Anne Morris
Tuesday, 05 December 2000 - 03:09 am | |
Hi Grail,
My pinny tale was absolutely true.
Unfortunately I got rid of the evidence some 36 years ago, when I discarded that sh***y apron in absolute disgust in a doorway, above which I chalked in a rounded 10 year-old hand, "Mrs King is to blame for everything".
I don't think it could have been picked up by anyone because my initials were on the pocket and I would have been expelled and forfeited my scholarship to Christ's Hospital (which I was forced to turn down owing to the equally sh***y uniform).
And I would never grass on anyone, especially not Pizer, for whom I've got a very soft spot. Perhaps you misheard me - I may have said that I was pissed on grass, or got pissed on the Tizer.
Whatever anyone thinks, that is NOT me in the photo. I wouldn't be seen dead in a hat like that, and besides, I wear far fewer clothes when I'm working.
Love,
Caz |
Author: Caroline Anne Morris
Tuesday, 05 December 2000 - 03:11 am | |
| What happened to Aztec bars? |
Author: Caroline Anne Morris
Tuesday, 05 December 2000 - 03:31 am | |
Of course! Why didn't I click before? Someone must have seen my chalked message back in 1964. "Mrs King" was misinterpreted, becoming "Mrs Queen", giving birth to the right royal ripper nipper some 6 years later, when yours truly was about to chuck the chalk for good.
Oh sh*t, it's all my fault!
Love,
Caz |
Author: Graham Sheehan
Tuesday, 05 December 2000 - 08:36 am | |
Nutty bars. Remember them? You don't see 'em any more because their name was a direct insult to the mentally challenged, so the PC loons reckoned, so they were withdrawn. Although when they were, no doubt an alternative word to 'withdrawn' had to be used because otherwise the PCers would have said that was a direct and obvious attack on those of a less than outgoing nature.
Marathons.
Opal Fruits.
Makes you think, doesn't it? |
Author: Grailfinder
Tuesday, 05 December 2000 - 09:43 am | |
Hi;
I have been playing around with the new improved 'Dianatron Time Cart, or rather, the new attachments that come with the new model.
Whilst rummaging about looking in the 'Time Trip Tool Kit' I found a cool accessory! Its a Remote Cam, "Brilliant eh? no more spinning about in the vortex and then throwing up in the street" now I can stay here in the present and just send the Cam back through time.
According to its instructions all I need to do is set the time/date/destination buttons on the the side of the Cam, and away it goes, to appear, or rather not to appear, as it is invisible to those living in the era that the Cam arrives in, once there, it will hover in the chosen spot, for a chosen time, and take snaps at these preset locations, whenever and wherever I choose!
Well things weren't that simple! and the Cams internal clock is on the blink, with the result that I have been having a rather random, hit and miss experience with the bloody thing and it has ended up in some right dodgie and embarrassing places? if you know what I mean?
But I am slowly starting to get some results! and thought I would share a few recent results that I got from the Cam. The first snap was taken in Batty St, where a man "clearly a Foreigner" is seen enquiring about lodgings.(see pic1 below)
I'm sorry but I don't know what day or date the Second picture was snapped, (see pic2 below) as the Cam was having trouble fixing its dates, I have since learnt that there is a bug in the software. "typical".
The manufactures 'TommorowSofT' say; "We are working on a fix for the bug and will release a service pack when we have one available", an event that seems to be happening more and more with my Software just lately?
'Aztecs'
They were a bit like a 'Mars Bar/Milky Way' mix? in a purple pkt.
I remember it had a cool Advert on the telly, with a load of Indians running around in the Pyramids!
They seemed to appear then disappear? and Spangles, I ain't seen them for ages, everything else seems to have changed its name, 'SNICKERS' why?
"Masons again, I bet!" |
Author: Grailfinder
Tuesday, 05 December 2000 - 09:53 am | |
Pic 1
"clearly a Foreigner" |
Author: Grailfinder
Tuesday, 05 December 2000 - 10:11 am | |
| Pic 2 |
Author: Grailfinder
Tuesday, 05 December 2000 - 10:26 am | |
"Yet another Big Oaf, stumbling around Whitechapel" |
Author: Caroline Anne Morris
Tuesday, 05 December 2000 - 05:46 pm | |
No - when I asked what happened to Aztec bars, I meant, haven't Mexican drinking establishments gone downhill these days? Sorry for the confusion.
All together now (from behind the sofa): "Exterminate! exterminate! Noel Edmunds must be exterminated for sending us Mr Blobby to kill Saturday nights" (Ah, it's that disc jockey conspiracy rearing its ugly head again I tell you.)
You wrote: 'Cams internal clock is on the blink [how did you know??], with the result that I have been having a rather random, hit and miss experience with the bloody thing and it has ended up in some right dodgie and embarrassing places [this is getting spooky!]', and 'Cam was having trouble fixing its dates' [story of my life mate]
Oh, hubby's just informed me you mean Cam Corder, not CAM. Sorry again for the confusion.
Love,
Remote Cam, your uncool accessory |
Author: Liza Hopkinson
Tuesday, 19 December 2000 - 03:57 pm | |
And I always thought it was Vicky what did the deed!
(well she did have a more than passing resemblance to Mr Blobby! and she was VERY interested in the dead, think Albert & Lees) |
Author: Caroline Anne Morris
Wednesday, 20 December 2000 - 07:26 am | |
Hi Liza,
You forgot to add the suspicious fact that Vicky was 'a foreigner', who found it damned hard to be amused.
There's nothing like sound reasoning to support one's suspicions is there? And, er, that's nothing like sound reasoning - so welcome to this section of the nutcasebook. Down a couple of festive sherries and go for the throat. You know it makes sense - hic!
Love,
Caz |
