some years ago I was working on a barn conversion and bricking up an opening on the inside using the old handmade bricks, the boss told me to find any intresting bricks and build them in, there were some with paw prints some with thumb and finger marks, some with letters or numbers scratched in them and a couple that had split open in the kiln one looked like a lady's and one like a bum with a turd comming out, I wonder if they are still built in?
Way back in 1968 when I did shift work at LHR, I was driving in for an early at about 0645 half asleep and hungover.
As I rounded an S bend, known locally as "pig-bends" because of the pig farm to one side, there right in the middle of the road was the biggest daddy pig playing piggy backs with an equally large sow.
He just looked so happy with his ears flapping and a big grin I sat and waited for him to finish.
I used to not give a foc, then I discovered Red Bull and now I don't give a flying foc !!!
(04-11-14, 12:43 PM)DILLIGAFF link Wrote: Way back in 1968 when I did shift work at LHR, I was driving in for an early at about 0645 half asleep and hungover.
As I rounded an S bend, known locally as "pig-bends" because of the pig farm to one side, there right in the middle of the road was the biggest daddy pig playing piggy backs with an equally large sow.
He just looked so happy with his ears flapping and a big grin I sat and waited for him to finish.