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I'd forgotten about The Spanish Bit. That can be Pete's new nickname.

Better than singing it in a Brummie accent. A Picture of Yow!

I like 'A Picture of You' (the song I mean, don't email me something horrific)

I'm a slow learner meself.

I bet he flung himself on the very next trap he saw after seeing the ginger nest at the urinal.

I've only ever actually seen one pub with sawdust on the floor, the Spotted Dog in Barking. Used to see it in butchers, but even that has stopped now. There are a few normal pubs with 'normal for London' regulars in east London, but not many. Most get converted into flats, demolished and replaced with glass fronted flats, become mosques or a very few get converted into trendy expensive pubs. I've just done a small paving job outside an old pub, they rebuilt it from the ground up, not intentionally, the old structure was meant to be refurbished but it was so bad they had to start from the foundations up with an exact replica of the bottom part but now with flats on top. I made them reverse an outward opening door before I gave them their change from my works as that is a big no no in the UK. They have still not managed to find anyone willing to take on the pub part and run it, no one is interested, they've done a really nice job as well. This is the original pub https://goo.gl/maps/PKcgWXBxVEQdfDgP6 This is how far down they had to demolish in the end https://goo.gl/maps/64z9hU1KrASL8CscA I'll dig out a picture of the replacement when I have access to my work files.

From a famous sci fi show when a wise alien was asked how to stop a disaster. The avalanche has begun.....it is too late for the pebbles to vote.

The pub that faced two different directions. Can't be many pubs where the front has swapped sides. Never been inside, but will try and get down there soon in case it does vanish. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2022/01/28/save-the-george-tavern/

Jesus Saves, Moses takes the kick off.

If all those around you are losing their heads, helicopter piloting is not for you.

He who smelt it hath dealt it. A dog is not just for Christmas, you can make sandwiches with it on Boxing day. If you kiss a thief, count your teeth! (Ranji Ram, Bearer to the Royal Artillery Concert Party, Deolali, India)

An old trail rider from Hertfordshire said these wise words to me. He who looks at the scenery whilst trail riding becomes the scenery.

A bit of sick came up into my mouth.

CZ, Honda, Yamaha, Kawasaki, Suzuki. 5 manufacturers out of 17 bikes ever owned over a 38 year period. 3 of those 17 were second (trail) bikes, so only 14 main bikes in 38 years as my daily transport. Main bikes CZ250, CG125, XS250, CX500, GPz750, GPz750, FJ1200, XRV750, FJ1200. XRV750, XRV750, XLV1000, KLZ1000, XT1200 Trail bikes XL250R, DR350, DR350 I seem to own a bike for 2.7 years on average, but some of the above were for short periods like the CZ and the XS250 which were horrible.

Still got the album and the cover, an angry girlfriend ripped up and threw the inner sleeve away though. The same girl who lobbed my B52s cassette out the window of my car as we were driving. She's probably calmed down by now.

When Wogan retired from the weekly morning show I was gutted. I didn't realise they carried on reading them out on something at the weekend that he still did on the radio till that nearly finished. I also used to love the names the listeners came up with when signing their letters. Mick Sturbs, Anita Bush, Tudor Bush.

Not a joke, but plenty of knobs. If you get bored, fast forward to 9:25 and watch the Jeep nearly miss the ford altogether and end up in the river proper, followed a few minutes later by someone in a jacked up offroader killing his vehicle

There was a bloke on the late Terry Wogan's radio show called John Marsh, used to do the weather and also the shipping forecast as well. I think that when it was discovered his wife was called Janet, a listener started writing Janet and John stories, similar to early years reading books, but with a rude twist. It was all based around John being a badly dressed child-like pensioner with a weak bladder and a sticky beard and Janet being a domineering wife with a liking for extreme sports. The stories were read out live on air, no idea how they got away with it in the mornings, the crew were nearly wetting themselves when they heard the first part knowing what was coming. Sometimes I did when I heard them as well. The real Janet and John publishers tried to shut them down, but they were used to raise a lot of money for charity later on. There are loads of these, but here is one that tickled me. They are short, so don't panic if you have a Wogan phobia.

My old next door neighbour used to be his colonel when he was colour co-cordinated like a gay hussar.

He has his bike on his whatsapp pic. You may know exactly what it is, they all look the same to me. He's not supposed to ride a bike after a very serious spinal operation about 10 years ago. He had old injuries from his horse rolling on him when he was in the Royal Horse Artillery, plus various bike crash injuries on top. He says this one bike gives him a riding position that doesn't aggravate his spine surgery.

The background to this was, the stag do organiser (future brother in law to the groom) was wandering around collecting money for the strippers to tie the groom to the chair for various reasons. It backfired on him and it was him instead who ended up tied to the chair minus his lower garments. I still see him, we used to trail ride together, went out for a road ride this recent summer, he was fully trousered though, riding on his KTM 'Bigthing' (not sure of the model).

I had to cut a friend free, a stripper had tied him to a chair and no one could get the knots undone. I remembered someone had sold me a penknife earlier that day at work. I found it and freed him. The next thing I recall is the barmaid putting a blue catering plaster on my bleeding finger to stop me leaking over the buffet.