Pamela, why do I have to wait until May? FE. I am trying to maintain a welcoming vegetarian ambience on these pages. Betty. You are correct, and thank you for your concern. I will attempt to hold in my hedonistic tendencies in the coming months.
Vicus, I don't find your comment on British television broadcast hours particularly funny, having experienced them myself in the mid 1960's. In fact, I still wonder why I anticipated greatly the time when programming did start so that I could watch "The Magic Roundabout."
People over here still don't believe me about the television detector vans and tv licenses, although I have convinced one or two of the existence of cat detector vans . . . .
What a buncha whiners. You think BRITISH tv was bad in the sixties: try Winnipeg. Nothing but Hockey Night in Canada, CBC news, Tommy Hunter, and the Mod Squad. At least THEY had a cool theme song.
Happy bollocks to all, and to all a good night. And may we all fuck up less in 2007, including the government.
Whatever happened to that little girl...you know the one...the test tube pattern girl on the BBC. The one I'd watch, hoping against hope that a show with moving pictures would actually appear in the near future.
Oh, and happy new year, Vic. Hope it's a good one.
Happy Bollicks to you dear Vicus. I partied all night, got to bed about 9 a.m. I seem to remember something about mailing out badgers and ferrets. Let me know when they arrive.
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BOLLOCKS!!!
vicus dear, you certainly know how to go out with a bang.
Or is that bangers and mash. You British and your wacky wordage.
Happy New Year Vicus! May 2007 bring you all the happiness you deserve!
Don't be dissing bangers and mash, Pam. They go great with A-1 Sauce.
May this year have only a fraction of the mess that 2006 had.
Fronty, it's so nice to see you out and about again! I hope that this year brings you more happiness and job/school adventures!
I was going to say I joined you in bed, but that might give your readers the wrong idea about our relationship.
I too was in bed (my own) as midnight struck. Mind you, someone did send me a text message, trying to impart some cheer to my bleak existence.
You posted at 10.19 pm. Isn't that a bit late to retire to bed on New Year's Eve?
Pamela, why do I have to wait until May?
FE. I am trying to maintain a welcoming vegetarian ambience on these pages.
Betty. You are correct, and thank you for your concern. I will attempt to hold in my hedonistic tendencies in the coming months.
Happy bollocks to you.
Hope 2007 brings you large quantities of radishes, turnips and prehaps even some kohlrabi x
Happy New Year you miserable old sod.
(On the plus side, you missed Jools Holland's excrutiating Hootenany with his cringe-making interviews with normally witty celebs. Well done!).
Murph! Are you telling me that they have television broadcasting after 11.00 pm? They'll be having daytime programmes next.
Your resolution should be to be upbeat positive and happy on every occasion. What am I saying? More of the same old bollocks in 2007 please.
Vicus, I don't find your comment on British television broadcast hours particularly funny, having experienced them myself in the mid 1960's. In fact, I still wonder why I anticipated greatly the time when programming did start so that I could watch "The Magic Roundabout."
People over here still don't believe me about the television detector vans and tv licenses, although I have convinced one or two of the existence of cat detector vans . . . .
What a buncha whiners. You think BRITISH tv was bad in the sixties: try Winnipeg. Nothing but Hockey Night in Canada, CBC news, Tommy Hunter, and the Mod Squad. At least THEY had a cool theme song.
Happy bollocks to all, and to all a good night. And may we all fuck up less in 2007, including the government.
Can't resist - Never mind the bollocks. Here come the Sex Pistols!
Whatever happened to that little girl...you know the one...the test tube pattern girl on the BBC. The one I'd watch, hoping against hope that a show with moving pictures would actually appear in the near future.
Oh, and happy new year, Vic. Hope it's a good one.
Happy Bollicks to you dear Vicus. I partied all night, got to bed about 9 a.m. I seem to remember something about mailing out badgers and ferrets. Let me know when they arrive.
Broke your New Years Resolution yet you miserable old bastard.
Suffused with West Coast pride, I gave you crabs, Vicus. Have they shown up yet?
People are beginning to ask questions about you, Old Man.
Do you intend to stay in that bed until Easter?
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