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Post by everso on Jun 6, 2010 15:50:44 GMT
I wouldn't dream of going to bed without a little Chanel No. 5 dabbed behind my ears.
;D
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Post by aubrey on Jun 6, 2010 16:56:29 GMT
A beef anywhere, not just holidays, is public toilets with doors that open inwards; so, how ever well you've washed your hands, if the bloke before you didn't bother, you're buggered. Quite literally.Using doors that open in and out, so you can push them with your shoulder, seems such an obvious idea, really basic design, yet it is hardly ever used.
Holidays....
I'm on holiday at the moment, staying at my mother's. This is the only kind of holiday I ever have (or want). I can't complain (though I probably will, especially if I have to do the washing up).
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Post by everso on Jun 14, 2010 15:53:05 GMT
We are in Salcombe at the mo. It's the place to come if you like sailing and there are more striped tops and cut offs than you can shake a stick at. We don't sail. But we DO wear striped tops and cut offs, which looks like we might sail. I've already eaten a crab sandwich, a Cornish pasty and a cream tea.
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Post by Patrick on Jun 15, 2010 9:25:38 GMT
We are in Salcombe at the mo. It's the place to come if you like sailing and there are more striped tops and cut offs than you can shake a stick at. We don't sail. But we DO wear striped tops and cut offs, which looks like we might sail. I've already eaten a crab sandwich, a Cornish pasty and a cream tea. Any of these bloody wet-bikers? Relative of mine had a Summer 'residence' along the coast, blighted only by these bloody whiney things going from dawn 'til dusk. The only fun in those is watching them fall off!
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