THE STIFFMEISTER

Yes !!!

Id like that very much my old pal

Yeah I’ve been before like , in another life, I was there on a bank holiday and my mate jumped in and had great difficulty in getting out ha ha

Off to Liverpool for a week next month over Easter with work Quite excited to be honest

Apparently he stood on a rattle snake and after three days of agony and wailing , the rattle snake died

Neil needs to have a f***ing look at himself That car full of yank morons is enough to give any man a wide berth of the subject imho

f***ing hell

I’m not even going to compare the big cat theory as as much as I come across obtuse about it mate , there’s still a chance. big foot , get f****d

Rough old place in the winter up where she was at . My daughter goes to school not far from there and the main road can get very interesting , so I’d imagine it was horrific up about her gaff

You live in a very very rural area much like where I am from and where I grew up. twenty years ago it wasn’t big enough to be called a market town, more an auction place . The town thrived , it was rammed with 5 pubs , 3 banks , and a bustling high street . last week it was announced that the chip shop has closed . There’s 1 pub now , no high school ( we have 5000 people who live here ) the town has always had a large community of Irish , Scottish and polish because of the war , the transport industry and the proximity to the border. We have new build estates springing

Silly yank c**ts Half the thing wrong with America is that they just do not have a generation of young men who can sit in a pub and say “here , can you believe that stupid brother of mine thinks there’s a half man half gorilla walking about in kielder ?” morons , what a waste of life

Used to regularly follow a mink hound pack when I was little

Yeah he’s one of them mate lad grabbed him and brought him into work I knew you would get the name eh ? I still owe you a wheel barrow by the way

About 6 months ago, Lads walked in from the hanger at work carrying this, a feral from our camp , tiny kitten , sat staring out from a blanket . What am I meant to do ? Was called Ghenghis Marne, now known as Meeps, very tired after a full day of carnage playing with the one eyed knight , sir dustington of Salisbury plain

This was a cat I found in an urban ops village on exercise , he was only staying for a day Until the rescue place rang back he’s had various names , Vladimir purtin, el padre and Vince mcmeowhan were my fave three but my boy called him catiss as in “ the cat is doing this, the cat is doing that” and that’s stuck with him he’s a complete and utter prick of an animal but I admire that to be honest . He comes in the Back window and just causes carnage , vases knocked over , big fight with the older female cat if it s there. Funny old thing he is