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Sad news. R.I.P.

Narrated by Sir Lawrence Olivier. And just before Europe decided to forget that GB saved the world.

I've probably came across it in the past without knowing what it was, and just kicked the shit out of it, same with asbestos. But found it about 2 years ago in terraced buildings undergoing full referb/new build in the shadow of Alnwick castle. The job got stood down, reason being possible anthrax spores. Apparently they live for centuries and could have been on the animals used in the production of the original build. Samples were taken, came back negative.

Pre, mid and post work's Christmas lunch drinks... hic!

Thank goodness this is back, I'd started watching the news Normal service is resumed.

He was a raconteur of note.

Great film, never been able to listen to Raglan Road since without that scene visualising

Spare rib soup, that was another one. Basically ham and pea soup, the secret ingredient split peas and the ham not much more than rib bones but with lots of fresh veg from the garden/allotment. Delicious.

Mam used to make it, mouth's watering at the memory. The word panackelty was sometimes used but more often she just called the dish tatey pot. Mam was from the Teams though. Going off on a tangent... she always maintained that when playing out along the Teams river baby otters where a common site in the murky black coaly water. Dad would always tried to correct her, they would have been rats not otters man! but she always stood her ground, no, they were baby otters. Was never really sure if she believed it or not

Trevor's 1st day working in the fetish dungeon did not go well. The brief was: use a couple of rampant rabbits then whip it.

No need for PLI or RAMS? Just need dogs?

Intelligent, articulate, class, style. He proved that you can rise to the top in UK politics without having any of those qualities.

I had intended to watch the fight. Had some daft hope that Iron Mike still had 1 last great fight left in him and would show some of the devastating power and controlled aggression that he used to have. But apparently not. I say apparently as I fell asleep on the sofa before the fight started. I don't know what time I nodded off but when waking up 6ish discovered that my glasses had fallen from my face and onto the floor, only realising when I stepped on them. Also before falling asleep had taken delivery of an Indian takeaway. Mutton tikka starter, chicken vindaloo, plain pilau ric

You never loose your punch or They never come back Should be interesting.

A sad situation but lovely eulogy, I should be so lucky that someone writes anything as good when I pop me clogs. Seemed a proper terrier character and lucky too, even though dealt a bad hand early days ended up being given a good quality of life with decent people. RIP.