…… for more years than I can remember has been to own a car park situated above a beautiful beach in the West Country.
I would build myself a very comfortable shed with tea making facilities, a sofa and an interweave connection.
I would practice discrimination.
Nice looking families with polite parents and children would pay 50p a day.
Dodgy looking troupes with ‘orrible, noisy kids and parents that look as though they would drop litter and play loud music would have to pay £100 an hour.
No dogs allowed.
Single blokes not allowed.
Goddesses in skimpy bikinis would be paid.
I have no idea if I’d lose or make a fortune ……. but I’d still like to do it.
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“Goddesses in skimpy bikinis would be paid” be careful what you wish for
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I suppose I could use her as a climbing feature …… feeling slightly odd now …. perhaps a little lie down would be a good idea …… *thud* ……
…. [don't worry - I'll be fine ..
.... probably]
I think he’s about to come out of the closet with those chains she’s accessorizin’ with, 70s.
Funny you should mention that ……. tee hee
*clank*
Reminds me of Robert Duval in that deleted scene from THX-1138, it’s on the special release DVD.
Does this mean I’ve got to go out to the shops again? ……. oh, well, if I must …*drags feet ….. and ball and chain*
It’s worth the trip. Do stop and get some ice cream for Lo while you’re out. In an edible cone for there, not for while the movie plays.
Maybe you can help out with this poor orphan at Wikipedia?
This article is an orphan, as few or no other articles link to it. Please introduce links to this page from other articles related to it. (August 2008)
NATO reporting name/ASCC names for transport aircraft, with Soviet designations, sorted by reporting name:
* “Clank” Antonov An-30
Didn’t worry about nomenclature during the Cold War. Ground forces were one thing, but we were in so deep at times anything in the sky was the enemy.
You could smell the fresh peelings of potatoes pressed between the thighs of…oh, sorry.
Oh dear! I hope that’s not the reason that Bonelli’s Eagle has no reliable observations of
nesting within the USSR for several decades.
I got to the word ‘thigh’ and my mind started wandering …… what’s going on?
gawd blimey it has got too bizarre here even for me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! .
*watching at a safe distance* phew!
Luckily today has gone now ….. things can only get better …… can’t they ……. ?
…thighs of subservient chickens lashed to racks somewhere in the icy cold winds of Mother North.
Chicken Gulag 13
Chicken Gulag 13 is located (of course) in Fracskatchewan. It’s conveniently situated right next to Lestock (doesn’t that just make sense… saves on shipping costs). The gulag is also close enough to the towns of Duck Lake, Gull Lake and Loon Lake, to create a bit of a deterrant effect. I can swear there have been no crimes committed by birds in any of those towns. I highly recommend other governments consider creating the same kind of situation.
….. and I thought things were going to improve ….. oh dear ….. it’s too early for a large malt I suppose? …..
the yard arm will have the sun over it somewhere in the world!!!
I think I’ll settle for a soothing Earl Grey and a gingernut …….
Uh…Fracas….
You’re in what’s considered ‘Sister North by Northwest’, really. Russia came around long before Canada.
Unless your admitting to the dead bodies of ‘used’ chickens found the morning after, strung up with blood and other body fluids dripping while steam whifts softly crying to the Chicken Goddess for revenge.
Cause that’s what happens to Vodka makin’ chickens when they can’t squeeze no more potatoes between their thighs.
Or are you telling us all that Fracskatchewanian Farmers are in fact the world’s foremost chicken chokers…
…after all?
Nope ……. things are not improving …… best keep a low profile in case someone thinks I’m chicken ……
*small but hearty snigger*
I am lead to believe you have the legs………….
Oh for goodness sake … SHUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!!!!!
whoops I was in the wrong place .. rewind and repeat
*small but hearty snigger*
[We must keep quiet - the people from across the pond are speaking their own special language - I believe that the land mass of Northern America and Canada combined is called Gibber ..... which is probably why they're talking ..... oooo ...... gotta go, Gertrude needs feeding ......]
Dammit – now it’s coming through in stereo – KEEP A LID ON IT!!!!!!!
Is this were I am prompted to say ‘Mum’s the word’ in a very English accent along with ‘lose lips sinks ships’???
Well if you must ……. but QUIETLY!!!!!! ….. whoops, quietly ………
you just TRASHED my blog …..
Land mass of North America…and Canada.
Love it.
@70’s tee hee
@John tee hee
*wafts copy of Radio Times*……
I know ……a bouncy castle!!!!!!
Not exactly what I had in mind …… I think I might have to rethink my rules ……. I think
have you consulted with TG about this?
The principle yes, the detail …… not exactly ……
Well, that leaves me out. I may be a goddess but I don’t do the ’skimpy bikini’ thing any more and I can’t bring my sons as they are classed as single blokes these days
Ah yes – but you are a lovely, quiet, talented goddess with outstanding good sense, wit and humour. Taking the skimpy bikini out of the equation I think I’d charge you about £1 for an all day ticket …….
Hold on , compliments aside (thank you), I have to pay £1 and bikini clad ladies get paid for going?
That is swimsuit-ist and probably age-ist. Tsk. Shame on you.
I have no problem with being an ‘ist’ – and it has nothing to do with age – indeed I’m getting on a bit myself, although extremely well preserved as my avatar will testify – *preens, looks in mirror and hastily crosses oneself*. I might accept the swimsuit-ist accusation although the one-piece does have quite a lot going for it ….. hmmmmm …… OK, perhaps the fairest solution might be to have all goddesses parade in their chosen swimwear and I’ll make a decision on the evidence before my eyes ……
Have you run this bright idea by TG….?
Why is everyone asking this question? ….. I’m the boss …… *looks round carefully ….. just in case*
you are very creative DP it is just not put to go use…a shame really…
“go use” must a French expression Froglet – I’ll have to do some research. BTW, your family would be very welcome of course – if you leave Kevin and the children behind – tee hee
I’d be another excluded one….I better stick to the £2.50 per day car park with pot-holes, sharp stones and the most miserable git of an attendant I have ever met!!
You’re in the same category as Diane, £1 all in …… bargain!
Sold – now to take advantage of this discount – you need to realise your ambition and I need to move house and job!!!!
Oh, this is getting quite complicated isn’t it? ….. still, we must make an effort …….
Cyclists don’t have a lot of use for car parks, but your potential clientele sound like they might be worth a photo opportunity, I might have a walk along the beach.
Oooo – you could post the piccies all across the Interweave – perhaps I should put you in charge of marketeering ……….
Do they mobile broadband coverage in the West Country?
I believe it’s connected to consumption of clotted cream ….. shouldn’t be a problem …..
Not sure my wide-angle lens could cope with that young lady in comment 1…..
no dogs allowed? why would anyone go to a place like that? this idea is doomed to failure.
doomed
Dogs who can use computers are, obviously, an exception – no leaving little ‘parcels’ though and no CHASING SEAGULLS!!!!!
My ambition has always been to be on permanent holiday, Ian Dury named an album on the idea, 4,000 Weeks’ Holiday – Ian Dury & The Music Students (1984), its title being a reference to the average person’s lifespan (4000 weeks).
Pretty sure i’m going to be about 3,500 short……
I wrote a song for him once …… never heard a word back ……
Not the one about Noddy that was cut from that album?
It was something to do with an ‘immaculate contraption’ – I can’t remember the details …..
Do I get my fee waived if I wear my spiffy DaddyP t-shirt?
Totally and absolutely Lizza ….. in fact even if you turned up with nothing on you’d get in free [mainly because I would have fainted] – tee hee
My suspicion is that with a good interweave connection, tea making capability, a seat that is overlooking the water and goddesses galore, turning a profit would become totally irrelevant. If you need a business partner, count me in.
Straight to the nitty gritty Jamie …… exactly ….