My boiler keeps quitting and I have to walk out into a field to reset it. It was chilly enough this morning in my wellies and dressing gown at -1...
My boiler keeps quitting and I have to walk out into a field to reset it. It was chilly enough this morning in my wellies and dressing gown at -1...
Sick of it now. At least the snow has ****ed off.
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No, maybe not.
Perhaps Herbie could swing by your next weekend. He could fix your pipes and in return you could afford him room and sustenance. You could banter on terrace experiences of the 70s, him clearing all and sundry in front of him, you hid up by the jacks at the back of the North Bank.
:nod: I once had a Slovakian girlfriend who would complain throughout the winter (actually pretty much all the time) that London was "colder" than the temperature would suggest and much colder than her homeland. Living in a similar part of the world I can understand what she means. It's -2 here but doesn't feel "too" cold. She was a right bitch though
Shouting at people to "stand on the right, please" while thundering down the fast lane is one of the more joyous aspects of tube travel. Along with smell of the tunnels, the glazed, dirty steps, and the squeal of the rails as the southbound train approaches Chalk Farm.
Not sure if the provincial sorts get it, though.
To be fair to LAs former ladyfriend
IT does get colder going from Archway to Highgate
Colder still on the way to Muswell Hill Broadway
And as for High Barnet...
THe tube is a wonderful relic of the old britain that is disappearing too quickly. So many of the things that were commonplace in my youth have disappeared- trade unionism, adequate public libraries, speed. It is nice to know that the tube is still somehow creaking along, smelling foul and looking far more dangerous than it actually is. Bravo, TfL.
Now... does anyone know where I can get some speed?
I think it is a tragedy that speed got pushed out of the market by bad coke. Now people get a bad nose and asiniffly high for 50 quid instead of being able to get off their ****ing face for a fiver.
Speed, acid and hash were the drug of choice for the skint teenager. How is he supposed to find 50 quid for a gram of coke and 30 or 40 quid for an eighth of skunk?
Ridiculous. Its cheaper to get pissed.
Will we get snow at Cheltenham again?
Always a pleasing site at the Festival imo