Yoghurt on a Stick

Oh btw - I have ran out of upvotes. I love the 'virtuous bit. Just how far can the tongue be put into a cheek?

I can't lie either. eg. I tell people in supermarkets etc that they have given me too much change, when they do so.

It could be worse - apparently my wife used to regularly piss the bed in houses where she was a guest. Her record is three beds in the same house in one night.* * she actually stopped when we got together and has never repeated the act since.

I've run out of upvotes. Sounds ace. Enjoy your comfortable Glasto.* * - I recall the hard yards you mention.

I'd fess up.

It may sound mad (but probably not on this thread), but I'm wondering if it would be worth you sending out an email to their Customer Services Department asking for confirmation / clarification?

Thanks for the clarification. I had only seen the website, which indicated that it was for adults only - or at least that's what I seem to recall it saying. It's certainly a show that I'd go to see from the info I did get from the website. Make of that what you will.

Taken in 1967 by Rocco Morabito, this photo called “The Kiss of Life” shows a utility worker named J.D. Thompson giving mouth-to-mouth to co-worker Randall G. Champion after he went unconscious following contact with a low voltage line. They had been performing routine maintenance when Champion brushed one of the low voltage lines at the very top of the utility pole. His safety harness prevented a fall, and Thompson, who had been ascending below him, quickly reached him and performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. He was unable to perform CPR given the circumstances, but continued breathing into Champion’s lungs until he felt a slight pulse, then unbuckled his harness and descended with him on his shoulder. Thompson and another worker administered CPR on the ground, and Champion was moderately revived by the time paramedics arrived, eventually making a full recovery. What’s even more incredible is Champion not only survived this thanks to Thompson, but he lived an extra 35 years. He died in 2002 at 64 years old. Thompson is still alive today. Rocco Morabito was driving on West 26th Street in July 1967 on another assignment when he saw Champion dangling from the pole. He called an ambulance and grabbed his camera. “I passed these men working and went on to my assignment”, says Morabito. “I took eight pictures at the strike. I thought I’d go back and see if I could rind another picture”. But when Morabito gets back to the linemen, “I heard screaming. I looked up and I saw this man hanging down. Oh my God. I didn’t know what to do. I took a picture right quick. J.D. Thompson was running toward the pole. I went to my car and called an ambulance. I got back to the pole and J.D. was breathing into Champion. I backed off, way off until I hit a house and I couldn’t go any farther. I took another picture. Then I heard Thompson shouting down: He’s breathing!”.

Found it; https://www.britishironworkcentre.co.uk/projects_item/gmp-anti-violence-bee-monument/

Your curiosity got my curiosity going, so I had a peep online. Lets just say, it's for adults only.

I am toying with buying one of these bars (I hope to limit it to that). I'm not too sure whether the Oxfam shop near me will allow me to bring in my sensitive drug scales and check all the bars out. Maybe I should 'get something' on the shop manager and blackmail them into letting me weigh the bars. Desperate times result in desperate measures!

Hello lucy. Hope you are happy and well. I think I did some gorilla NFR NFC action on other completely non related threads back in the day. And even though I'm not going to Glastonbury, I'm game for joining in, for old times sake.

Yellow! That is indeed lazy lob on territory.

Now this is a solid tyre that looks like it'd do the job; I am in danger of getting into small tyre porn. You should see some of the tyres that I have just seen. The sexy little minxes!

Well. I'm a very refined kind of person - said nobody ever!

I didn't know it at the time, but I have already had my last Glastonbury. As I didn't know it, I never got to have the mindset that 'this is my last Glastonbury'. If I had known (and if it was allowed - no idea if it is or not these days) I'd have one last camp fire on an evening when the light was beginning to fade. I'd look down the hill from my campsite (what used to be Top Webbs Ash (and still maybe called that) at the 'town' below. I'd carry on watching until I could now see the place all lit up in the surrounding dark, and I'd say to myself 'I'm f**king going down into there in a bit'. And I would go down there, into town. I'd immerse myself in the frolics and shenanigans like an Emperor of the night.

My apologies - I'd forgotten about the chocolate one. I haven't bought any of those - yet.

i thought that Nicola Sturgeon (Wee Jimmy Krankie) had been deposed!

I just meant tickets when I mentioned 'Golden tickets'. Are there actually 'Golden tickets', and if so, what are they?

I thoroughly get what you are saying. I also recognise the zeal (and hope) on this thread. This will sound like I'm blowing my own trumpet, but its not meant to sound that way - I have entered all the competitions (including paying £10 for one entry) so that I could gift the tickets to a couple of people on this thread. It would be ace if at least one person on here got a couple of Golden Tickets.

An eerie photo of the construction of the statue of liberty in France, 1884. https://www.trustedchoice.com/insurance-articles/opinion-variety/alien-abductions-ufo-insurance/

Yes, that's the problem. Well, that and the fact that my mind is wandering a little at the moment, so it's difficult to focus. May as well drop some more stuff on here, while I'm here;

Oh, the history is already possibly on your middle photo - I can't actually see the detail on that right now.

I have wanted to see that statue 'in the flesh' for some time now. Although the background representation of knife crime is tawdry, it is a most excellent sculpture. For anybody reading and doesn't know - it' was created from knives handed in at an amnesty by the police. The statue as art, blows my mind. It is so amazingly conceived and also executed. It's base is in Shropshire (where I live). I must make the effort to see it when it's next back in the county.