yen_powell

Always cracks me up.

Is this to help with Harley owner's depression?

I had a job labouring for a roofer for a few weeks when I was about 18. Standing on a roof stripped of tiles there was strong gust of wind and I lost my balance and started to fall backwards, a few floors below me was a large green house. He only used ladders, never scaffolding. I had a claw hammer in one hand and I managed to hook the claw over a batten and stop myself. "I nearly fell off then!" I shouted in shaky legged terror. He replied that if I did fall off I could bring up the next batch of tiles.

If it was one of ours I could get it opened for a look, but being on a red route it's in TFL's hands. The one I did go down in petticoat Lane is being tarted up soon I heard. There's a fence around it at the moment.

57, had to work it out on a calculator though.

Left the church and carried on to the yard where my bike was parked, cut through the alley at the side of the nunnery art gallery and then went via Jebb Street. It was in this very street in May 1986 that I parked my CX500, removed my holed jeans, boots whilst hopping about on the pavement and put on trousers and shoes to go for my job interview in the town hall around the corner. The very pavement where the locals were treated to the sight of my infamous pants. Finally walked past the Bryant and May match factory, now a place for the well off to live behind big burly security guards. The old water tower had a missile battery placed on it during the Olympics, in case any bad men tried to fly a jet in to the games. They did it without telling the bloke who had the flat underneath, who was a journalist and splashed it all over the press. The factory was the site of one of the first industrial strikes, when the match girls came out over wages and conditions. Google 'Phossy Jaw' to see how bad they had it, but not just before your lunch. Finally, a bit of Buckster porn, Bow Bus Garage, the former tram shed.

Hairy Grave alert Got the back gate, the lawn runs on to the central reservation of the Bow Flyover, which runs over the Bow roundabout, which sits over the Bow underpass and the River Lea.

In 1311 lazy church goers had complained so much about trudging through the muddy and flooded fields to attend St Dunstan's church that they were granted a chapel of ease to attend instead on condition that they still attended St Dunstans' on religious holidays and paid for its upkeep. In 1327 King Edward III granted a piece of land 'in the middle of the King's Highway,' where the chapel was founded as daughter church to St Dunstan's. And in the middle of the road it still is, wedged between the two alternate sides of the A11 more commonly known as Bow Road, with the Bow flyover pushed up against the back of it. The road is 170 feet wide overall at this point. Despite working in the borough for 37 years, I have never been inside the gates. Today I thought, today's the day. I crossed the road over the cycle super highway for those cycling bastards I hate so much and took a picture through a gap in the fencing of the abandoned public toilets as I know Pete likes stuff like that, then a quick piccy up Gladstone's nose. I entered through the main gate, there are 4, but two are blocked by plant pots to stop parishioners running out across the road. I would like to say all was peaceful inside, but it wasn't the traffic was making a hell of a racket. I decided to see what was on the other side before trying to go inside. Spoiler, the door was locked, untrusting Prods, think you're gonna steal everything.....you don't get that with the Catholics.

Stopped on a Gravesend (Kent) industrial estate next to this canal because I was a bit early for a meeting this morning. The road was quite narrow and the small layby was full of water so I parked outside the layby with just enough room for a lorry to pass. Lucky for me, because as I put my phone away a Police minibus and about 7 plain armed response cars with blue lights flashing skidded into the road and flew up the track at break neck speed. Questioning of the man I met with provided the information that there is an armed response training school at the end of the track and they regularly fly around the area at high speed, practicing their driving skills.

This one's a frame worthy one I reckon. Loving the doormat changing it from any time since colour film came out to right now time. Well that and the perspex I spotted as I typed this!

There was another version where they were sitting in a floating hot tub with a little bar in the middle, but none went past when I was there.

It's like a ferry but with food and drink provided Pete.

Graven images!

The eternal fight against rodents. We have exactly the same around where I live.

Thank you for my church and cemetery. What is behind the grill on this?

Somewhere a tax man is looking at that video and touching himself whilst thinking of taxing motor bikes as cars.

Plus you get Green Shield Stamps again now.

I watched this just to see how the singer from Dexy's looks now (rough). The narrow cobbled alley at the start is Voss Street, scene of the first time I ever drove a 4 wheeled vehicle on the road, a works escort van from one end to the other after I asked my mate if I could have a try. I didn't take actual driving lessons for another 2 years. Notice that he gets no strange looks whilst wandering along Bethnal green Road market, they are used to much worse than a bad pair of trousers. Although I did see a Moslem woman covering her face with her head scarf when she realised she was on film.

Does it not have a folded protective sheet to put the laminating sheet inside before going through the heated part. You could use a large envelope. I know some laminators use them and some don't. I once found out which was which when I had to open one up and slice melted plastic off the rollers with a scalpel.

The Truman Show was not a documentary.

I feel left out, I'm not dapper or distinguished and I don't have a very old bike or a brand new one that looks like a classic bike. I could wear my pants on the outside I suppose, they're classical looking....covered in 'dap' as well.

Wallace and fucking Gromit now

Is that his Welsh barber?

Top box sympathy discount on tax I hear.