Saviem's fan club (Part 1)

windrush:

harry_gill:

Dave the Renegade:
Torch the shed Harry. November 5th is the best night for that. Stray fireworks and … :wink:
Cheers Dave.

hiya,
Good thinking Dave, I’ll put that on my list of things to do.
thanks harry, long retired.

Well as it appears that you do absolutely sod all Harry even that job will need delegating! :unamused:

Pete.

hiya,
Now then Pete read my lips RETIRED.
thanks harry, long retired.

harry_gill:

windrush:

harry_gill:

Dave the Renegade:
Torch the shed Harry. November 5th is the best night for that. Stray fireworks and … :wink:
Cheers Dave.

hiya,
Good thinking Dave, I’ll put that on my list of things to do.
thanks harry, long retired.

Well as it appears that you do absolutely sod all Harry even that job will need delegating! :unamused:

Pete.

hiya,
Now then Pete read my lips RETIRED.
thanks harry, long retired.

You could be Harry’s answer to Mr Motivator Pete. :wink:
Cheers Dave.

hiya,
I’ll have you know I’ve just loaded the dishwasher and set it away my missus
has gone out for the evening it’s just to prove I’ve earned a very large single
malt which I’m about to thoroughly enjoy, don’t mind loading the d/w but no
way will I empty it, when she returns I’ll just say the d/w has just finished it
is a bit too hot to empty just now, you just leave it until morning Pet, they
do say, up there for thinking, down there for dancing, I don’t dance.
thanks harry, long retired

RETIRED!!! :open_mouth: What sort of talk is that? :confused: Part way there myself (TIRED) but there is still plenty of things I want to do before I turn my toes skywards, hopefully I will manage most of them (though living to 120 MIGHT be pushing things a little I suppose) as long as my health holds out of course! Plenty of projects at home to see me out, never needed to employ anyone to do things for me so far and next task is changing the bathroom around to make room for a wheelchair which should be simple enough. Next, possibly a dropped kerb on the road to make if the Council wont do it, and then a new roof on the shed, never much time to sit still here you know! Pity you are not closer Harry, I could do with a labourer sometimes and Norman doesn’t seem interested, too much work of his own to do… :wink:
Maybe I could help Saviem on his farm, pretty good with muckspreading and raking if you know what I mean ha ha. :smiley:

Pete.

Don’t go volunteering on Saviem’s mudbath… sorry, farm. You’d have to drive one of those complicated foreign tractors- all sat-navs & thirty-speed auto boxes.

Retired Old ■■■■:
Don’t go volunteering on Saviem’s mudbath… sorry, farm. You’d have to drive one of those complicated foreign tractors- all sat-navs & thirty-speed auto boxes.

I could lend him a nice David Brown cropmaster,only 6 gears,and made in england!!

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Harry you should be like me

cheers Johnnie :unamused: :wink:

P S I was going to say I am not that old but there are a few to many on here who know me :laughing:

Evening all, well johnnie…I am really a (very), senior citizen!!

So today in our village they, (the Council),had a meeting, “for all concerned residents”, regarding future housing development, within the village/area.

Such a simple excercise…but our village, (as Trev H, and Pete, would know, has become an “enclave of those who have arrived”)…

So , with my good lady I arrive at the Parish Council office to view such proposals…

No problem…except for those persons who are truly walking, talking, embodiment of the fundamental orrifice of mankind! Who as one are clustered around a truly multicoloured set of plans, that universally are creating great debate within the assembled throng…(a true embodiment of the saying of empty vesssells make most noise)!!

So, me , pure simpleton, (remember how I could not afford to live in the village I grew up in, when first married…many years ago)…“lit off”, at some petty snob…(a true 50p millionaire), to the degree that, (after sticking my right fist) , under his, (at least 20 years younger), obscene notrell…I was requested to leave the meeting…

Oh chagrin…b…g from the wife, and from the daughter…(both lawyers), …b …r the the little Hitlers on the Council, …we need potential homes to keep the rural economy going, have any of these pillocks ever “worked” at making a living…I doubt it…

I resign, I am an old man, in a world where nothing matters than, “what I want…and I want it today”!!!..and the “Devil take the hindermost”…what a truly terrible world we live in…Im sad, truly sad…

Back to the Bollinger…(Im pleased that I can still swing a right hook…frightened the snobbish B…r to death…talk about “whites of their eyes”!!!

Cheerio for now.

Can someone please tell me where to get an application form so that I can hopefully become a member of the exclusive Saviem’s Fan Club? Just as an aside Monsieur Saviem ,in one of your posts back in January you were expressing certain views on politicians and I just wondered if you knew of the origin of the word “politician” Well I am reliably informed that it derives from the Greek word “poly” meaning many , and “tics” which are blood sucking parasites!! Au revoir mon ami et bonne chance avec les pommes de terre!

don’t set me off about council please . our lot published plans for a nice new road leading to an ideal area for house building .( where the old prefabs were )several years passed and eventually questions were asked about the delay . " oh , we can’t afford to put the infrastructure in , we need a private builder to build phase one so we can use their road for our houses " . next plan was a bypass road to access the industrial estate that the council allowed to flourish and expand amid the residential area . a local consortium quickly bought the land vital to the road and sold it on to the council at a good mark up . where do they get these so called planners , broad moor ? the road and the houses are now on hold due to the government cutbacks , but the council can still guarantee a multi million pound loan to a private developer for a prestigious town centre development . the lunatics are truly running the asylum . dave

It was ever so, Dave.
The less you know about a subject, the more likely you are to get a position as an expert on that subject.
(Taken from the Tory rule book on appointing ministers of state)

Just wait until our gracious leader forms his revolutionary government in Douglas (or Ramsey, if the wind’s in the wrong direction). They won’t know what’s hit them.
Especially as we now know that there is a physical side to his political agenda! :wink:

hiya,
Vive les thump. :laughing:
thanks harry, long retired.

Most persuasive argument is a length of 2" X 3". :wink:

Retired Old ■■■■:
Most persuasive argument is a length of 2" X 3". :wink:

That’s for ■■■■■’s R.O.F. Think big…4 X 6…minimum…

If you’re gonna whack 'em,… whack 'em… don’t tickle the suckers :unamused:

you must have known my old mum fergie , she worked on the same principle when we were kids , i suppose that could explain my mental state ? dave

rigsby:
you must have known my old mum fergie , she worked on the same principle when we were kids , i suppose that could explain my mental state ? dave

:smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley:

Riggers, for me it was me Gran, she had a walking stick which she would freely whack me with just for the hell of it, mind you, I wasn’t that old befor I could out-run the old girl… :unamused:

In these days of a sueing culture, I think I’ll try and sue walking stick manafactures…for stress, and a sore backside… worth a go I think … :wink:

my old girl didn’t need a walking stick , 16stone with hands like coal shovels , and it was no use running , cue the words echoing down he road " all right you little bugger , you’ve got to go to bed sometime " better one thump now than several later on . dave

hiya,
At one point during my academic learning curve I came across a headmaster who
was an expert at wielding his many canes and sticks which were stowed in a
portion of an elephant’s leg to hand in his study, myself and one or two more of
the school naughty boys who became “test pilot’s” for any new acquisition to the
afore mentioned container, now thinking back at the brutal treatment this man
doled out sometimes for something as trivial as not paying attention in a class of
of one of his colleague, and I was under the impression that his workmates were
on a backhander for every child they ushered through the door of his torture
chamber, in this day and age the tortured child’s guardian would be off to the
nearest lawman to sue the a""e off the assailant, this man I believe would sit for
a spell in gaol under the impression he did no wrong, this man was demented
and was a danger. you could see the pleasure in his face when administering his
atrocities to kids who were from eleven to fifteen years of age.
thanks harry, long retired.

harry_gill:
hiya,
At one point during my academic learning curve I came across a headmaster who
was an expert at wielding his many canes and sticks which were stowed in a
portion of an elephant’s leg to hand in his study, myself and one or two more of
the school naughty boys who became “test pilot’s” for any new acquisition to the
afore mentioned container, now thinking back at the brutal treatment this man
doled out sometimes for something as trivial as not paying attention in a class of
of one of his colleague, and I was under the impression that his workmates were
on a backhander for every child they ushered through the door of his torture
chamber, in this day and age the tortured child’s guardian would be off to the
nearest lawman to sue the a""e off the assailant, this man I believe would sit for
a spell in gaol under the impression he did no wrong, this man was demented
and was a danger. you could see the pleasure in his face when administering his
atrocities to kids who were from eleven to fifteen years of age.
thanks harry, long retired.

Had the same punishment meted out to me Harry, as you say, look at the kid sat next to you,and slipper or cane. One of the kids from this village gave our old headmaster of the village school a load of lip, while we were waiting for the bus to go to the secondary school. The lot of us had the cane because one loudmouth gave the local teacher some lip. If the one here in the village hadn’t been sacked a few years later for bonking the caretaker and fathering some kids with her, we would have made him suffer, as we were all getting bigger and had left school,and would have given him a taste of his own medicine.
Cheers Dave.

Ah Gentlemen, my education…or lack of…

Was conducted at a “well thought of” Church of England School back…a long time ago…

One of our tasks was to learn…and be word perfect…on one of the Psalms contained within the Book of Common Prayer…or be “thrashed” with a very sharp and bendy, and very, very, painfull cane…

Of course , simpleton that I was, I could not be word perfect…of course not…terror, and real terror…overtook recollection, for if one was not “word perfect”, then our “teacher”, by the name of Mr Ibbs, would bend you over, and thrash the skin from your rear, i n a frenzy of zeal!!!

The day I , and two colleages left that religious establishment we dutifully filed past this “Barstewards” new Vauxhall, the first “hit” the petrol cap lid, the second, (ME), tipped the contents of one of Mr Tate, and Mr Lyles sugar bags into the petrol tank, and the third closed the flap…

And I suppose that is how Ive gone on in life…The opposite of how I was tought…I hated that man, yet he could have enfolded us all, but he did not…

Scars sometime run deep…

But Im a happy chap really…

Cheerio for now.