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Post by Weyland on Feb 26, 2010 17:11:03 GMT
I don't know - I'd do the opposite. People living in Manchester don't have much choice (well, you know - 50-50) but people outside - what's their excuse? Exactly -- shock the Mancs, vaporise the others. |
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Post by aubrey on Feb 27, 2010 9:26:43 GMT
Real Mancs support City, don't they? So, zap away.
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Post by swl on Mar 1, 2010 10:36:28 GMT
I must be getting old. I fell down the stairs this morning. Skinned my hand trying to hold onto the wall, battered my tailbone off half a dozen steps and landed in a heap at the bottom, winded and convinced my heart had stopped due to an incredible pain in my chest.
Fine now. I blame Trubble, the black cat that distracted me then stood staring at me as I thought I was dying. He never offered to help, to phone an ambulance or nothing. He just stared. And licked his lips.
He's getting booked into the vets to get his balls chopped off. I've decided.
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Post by Patrick on Mar 1, 2010 12:06:53 GMT
It's only occurred to me recently that a fall down our stairs could really = sudden death. Someone in their infinite wisdom has decided that a nice sharp cornered double radiator is the best thing to put at the bottom.
I had a 'getting old' moment a few years ago when I tripped over a kerb (a habit of mine) and landed on my hands - as in as I reached out to stop myself crashing into the tarmac. The next few days I had aches and pains in my arms, back, hips and legs. Whereas once upon a time you used to bounce.
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Post by swl on Mar 1, 2010 14:47:50 GMT
It has crossed my mind that Riot, or one of her coven, could be putting a hex on me or are sticking pins in a voodoo doll.
;D
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Post by everso on Mar 1, 2010 19:47:01 GMT
It has crossed my mind that Riot, or one of her coven, could be putting a hex on me or are sticking pins in a voodoo doll. ;D That's a filthy lie. I haven't got a voodoo doll - in fact I couldn't find any wax candles when I went shopping. So don't bloody well try to pin anything on me. Huh! |
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Post by everso on Mar 1, 2010 19:49:34 GMT
Actually, I know I've mentioned this in another thread a while back, but in case anyone didn't read it, I fell down our stairs a year or so ago. Christalmighty it was awful. Just like someone had thrown a sack of potatoes down the stairs. Mr. E. was asleep on the sofa and, literally, he was in the hallway in one bound picking me up.
I had a bruise that completely covered one cheek of my arse. It was something to behold.
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Post by swl on Mar 1, 2010 19:54:15 GMT
Come on Alpha ........ that's an open goal ;D
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