Have a waffle with Carol

[Lisa Keith]

See,that is the sole reason for the Zanussian's existence,it is, to find more ways to belittle their superior specie.We DO NOT get lost,it is the navigator in the rh seat who can't read a map.However,we,as a race accept this as a fault of an inferior specie and ,the magnanimous people we are, accept the brickbats you fling at us to cover your mistakes(it is called the Blair or Brown syndrome)
One of Your Lords and Masters
wot av i dun

David.... now, as much as I love you (and you, to your credit, never moaned about my driving... AND it was BEFORE you'd had a drink!!).... I'm slightly concerned about the fact that we Brits, and we Tobagonians, drive on the left, and your drivers seat is on the RIGHT of the car... anyone navigating from your right hand side, would, presumably, be running alongside the car, shouting directions at the driver. I'd just like to point out that this gets very dangerous for the navigator, particularly on fast roads, and moreso when two persons driving in opposite directions know eachother. Whilst it's all very good for drivers to acknowledge eachother by flashing their lights... can you imagine the ructions on the road if the navigators started flashing bits as they recognised the other navigator running towards them.... It's not gonna end well.....

Bill, and other R/H side of road drivers, ..... imagine all that in reverse!

Such is the way my brain works!

Lisa.

[Paul Tallet]

Thank you Noe for your sympathies.

Cor ... it's amazing what happens when you set up a bit of Gender controversy.

I have been chilling all day and loving the responses ... in between work, cooking, washing up and ironing of course ...

Bit worried about the nuts Steve ... is this a problem that a pair of good quality and supportive underpants couldn't sort out?

Regards

[Carol Townsend]

Gulp! I'm, um, um, lost for words, I am.

[David Watkins]

We are Occasionally foible.....however on this occasion it was to determine if that specie understood the difference between dexter and sinister.I prove my point....one of the opposites 4670 miles away understands
Blondes?

[SandraK]

David
Dexter and sinister ?? What is wrong with right and left ?

[Lisa Keith]

David,

I like Dexter - I watch him every week. As serial killers go, he's pretty cool. Never heard of the sinister fellow though... does HE have a show too??!!

And Blonde? Me? I resemble that remark! At least I do when the shops stock a decent selection of blonde dyes. Not easy to get a good blonde hair colour here for some reason!!!

Lisa.

[Tony G]

I'm with you Bill.

[SandraK]

David
Assume the phrase " when in a hole stop digging" has somehow escaped you.

Lisa
You don't get Sinister ! It's on the ET channel here on Saturday evening, he's the star of " The Y Chromosome ".

[Steve Wooler]

Bit worried about the nuts Steve ... is this a problem that a pair of good quality and supportive underpants couldn't sort out?

Oh, no - I'm not going to fall into that trap, Paul. Sorry if my comment was a little esoteric. For those who don't understand, all will be revealed at www.cottagesmallholder.com/?p=2054

[Bill B]

Hello from over here,

It's amazing what one can learn from reading the 'Waffle'

Looks like old man winter is trying for one last fling in the Chicago area. The prediction is for 3-8 inches of snow this weekend

Bill

[Carol Townsend]

Steve,
Actually I did understand about the peanut bowl as I've heard it before. I was being- what's the word? Disingenuous.
Bill,
We've just had hailstones, and the temperature is forecast to plummet over the weekend.....
Well done for entering our time zone!
Love
Noe

[David Watkins]

Bill,in the most temperate part of GB we have had sleet,and furthermore,we have in excess
of 60 mph and rain and snow etc,forecast for tonight,
Too cold to go out

[Tony G]

Yeah, same kinda weather on the Isle Of Wight. Have managed to get my early spuds planted in the front garden this morning though. Just off out again to do a bit of tidying.

[SandraK]

As old neighbour once told me " we live in Gods own pocket ". Chilly but bright, have just watered everything in cold frame and all looking perky. A tad concerned that dahlias already up but hey, never expected Utopia.

[Carol Townsend]

Quote from the 'Acceptance' thread:
"so I keep my underpants on when I am in Tobago...Regards
Paul Tallet"


It's no good, I give up. Is there anyone here not obsessed with Subversive Pete's pants? It's also fortunate, or maybe not, that he has a name beginning with P, so we have some nice alliteration.

Once upon a time in a village on a small tropical island far far away, there was a launderette.
Life was generally quiet in this launderette; the visitors and local people would duly bring their clothes, sheets etc in to be washed, wait quietly by the machines watching their laundry going round and round, and then, at the end of the cycle, collect it and take it home again.
Little did they know that an aeroplane was arriving at the tiny airport, and it was bearing a person from England, an apparently mild- mannered weather expert, who carried a dark secret. His pseudonym was Paul, but his real name was Pete, Subversive Pete, and he carried something sinister in his luggage...
...underpants. Not any old underpants you understand, but specially treated pants that could withstand fire, flood, hurricane, lightening, nuclear attack and insects.
The formula was a simple one; they had not been washed for ten long years. Pete would wear them, leave them on the floor for a day, then iron them, believing that the ironing process removed any soiling and thereby replacing the need to wash them in water. This was perhaps almost acceptable on the first occasion, when the pants were still new, but after ten years they had changed from crisp, pristine white with a cheeky logo on the waistband to sludge grey, and the logo was now unreadable, which was a blessing. The material was now as stiff as hardborad and impermeable, and Pete was beginning to have trouble walking in them.
He put them to a most deadly use - insect repellant! The moment they were on his nether regions every flying, crawling, biting insect on the island ran or flew for cover, begging for mercy. The people would have been grateful to Pete for this, but for the fact that the deadly chemical fumes emmiting from the pants also sent them running for cover, eyes streaming, and coughing uncontrollably.
Not only did he inflict this suffering on man and beastie alike, he even advised other people to do the same thing with their underwear.
So, gentle reader, I will leave you now with this advise: should you see a mild-mannered, dark- haired man with dimples who takes inordinate interest in the weather, take to your heels and run as fast as you can, lest he is wearing Pete's Pants.

[Paul Tallet]

I am touched

Regards

[Carol Townsend]

I sometimes think that I am.

[Bill B]

Noe,

You've been hanging around the 'Waffle' too long Oh, wait a minute - you started it didn't you

Seriously, I think you need to get out more and try to get a real life.

Love,

Bill

[Carol Townsend]

Now Young Bill,
If I was a more sensitive type I would storm off in High Dudgeon (or even low dudgeon) at that remark, but because we're such good mates I know that you don't mean it.
Besides, you know and I know that you'd miss me if I resigned.Or should that be abdicated?
Where are my supporters?
Queen Noe

[Paul Tallet]

Here I am

Regards