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I have been contacted by a few peeps on here pointing out that a Predator MQ1 can’t hover, well spotted all those pedants, this was in fact the NROL-36 spy satellite maneuverered into a geo-synchronous orbit over Hyndburn, meanwhile the Predator was in fact doing a lazy loop several times an hour taking in Whinny Hill tip in the North and down as far South as White Syke Farm. The folks on the tip who rang into the Town Hall thinking they had seen a UFO were fed the party line “ It’s taking air quality samples over the tip”
You are neither dazed nor' confused, D the 47th pillock has imitated a dying star imploded upon himself and can see no further than his arse, mainly because his head is stuck up there, judging by the size of that head, surgeons will need to use more than keyhole surgery to remove it.
I personally am against the operation, he has finally met his true love.
Yes great quotable quotes from HHGTTG... We have a saying up here. "Life is wasted on the living."
- Zaphod Beeblebrox the Fourth (deceased)
Could have been Bill Hicks
A few peeps have contacted me on here asking what was in the second Tesco bag the creepy Mr Vholes handed me up on the windswept banks of the Tinker Brook that day. Well as Bob Dylan sings* “By a simple twist of fate” and of course Wandering Walters generosity with his bequest enabling me to buy the U S Airways Envoy Class ticket I find myself in the Cock & Bull pub on the windswept banks of the Ohio in the good old US of A, with Walters well thumbed copy of Ainsworth’s Old Homesteads of Accrington & District and his print out from the Ellis Island Register.
Since I got here I have been somewhat distracted I have to confess by the Cincinnati Beer Fest so the whys and whatfor’s of the contents of that blue and white supermarket bag will have to wait until I get back to perfidious Albion’s shores. I can however share with you the plethora of beers on offer at the Fest because I know a goodly few members scattered across the globe, on the AccyWeb like the odd beer. I am always amazed at the lexicon of names brewers create for their beers both here and at home. Something for every occasion and for everybody I am sure you will agree.
I saw a job ad on the London Underground today advertising for “ A Grand Wizard of the Inner Circle Line”
I thought, “That’s lovely, Boris is taking street theatre subterranean and paying homage to the books of J K Rowling. They will probably finish off at Kings Cross to see the Platform 9 and three quarters with that half a Asda trolley embedded in the wall”
Then I read the job description in the small print it was actually for an old fashioned wheel-tapper and shunter.