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If you wanted to be shallow, yes.
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[Football] A business idea...
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If you wanted to be shallow, yes.
Will there be a 1901 snug?
Tom Hark Preston Park
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I Have A Dream...
... of a BHAFC women's team based in B&H.
Crazy talk I know. I'm mad, me
... of a BHAFC women's team based in B&H.
Crazy talk I know. I'm mad, me
FatSuperman
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I like it! I'll give you 25% of the money, for 95% of the company.
A cautionary tale
Circa 18 months ago, Mrs Fats was on a shift in A&E, and yours fatly was 'looking after' the children. At some point, I took the rubbish and recycling out, into the rain and loaded it into the correct wheelie bins. It turns out that Mrs Fats - or perhaps more likely, Fats Junior - had been out a few days previously and dumped some recycling into the bin. Some of you may recall, that both of these people apply no logic whatsoever to any aspect of their lives, so the bin was of course entirely full with unfolded, non-crushed cardboard. Not a problem for the Fat one. I simply climbed into the bin and started stamping it all down. A few moments later, I was exiting the bin when I slipped in the wet, and landed sideways on top of it. The one millimetre thick, rigid plastic smashed into the underside of my ribs, the other side of the bin meeting my leg. I flipped out of the bin and onto the concrete. I quickly jumped up, concerned that my neighbours might have seen this move. I fell down again. I grabbed a nearby car wing mirror (mine) and hauled myself to my feet. Took one step and fell again. My leg wasn't working. I also couldn't breathe properly. Something was definitely wrong.
I had to drag myself from the back and into the house... "Hi Jackie", I said cheerfully, to my confused and worried looking neighbour as I crawled by. I slumped into the lounge, and was immediately jumped on by an excited four-year old and a labrador. I screamed in pain and they screamed with joy and this game. After a few very difficult moments, I managed to get them off me and went and lay on the kitchen floor to recover. Five minutes later I was up and breathing with difficulty, checking out my injuries. My leg was working again and felt reassuringly solid, despite the strange colour. Something was not right with my ribs. I took two paracetamol, assuming this would fix everything in due course. It did not and I ended up tucking my metaphorical tail between my legs, and heading off to A&E. Where my little kids spent the waiting time telling everyone "Daddy fell in the bin" and laughing their stupid heads off.
After some scans and sage advice about jumping around in bins, I was given medical attention (consisting of ice FFS) and headed home with some stronger pain relief. That's a different story, because it turns out my body really doesn't like co-codamol, or whatever that poison is called. Always good to find that out on a packed train into London
In short, I endorse this bin crushing idea.
Postman Pat
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Could you inflate it with a foot pump rather than fill it with water which would be heavy?
Two plates with a rubber 'balloon' inside, you put it on the rubbish and close the lid, start pumping and the bottom plate would lower crushing the rubbish below as the balloon inflates. Once it is to a decent level, you remove the stopper, release the air and bob is your fathers brother.
maltaseagull
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Saloon bar with table service perhaps?
Isn't it more likely that the top plate would rise, thus opening the lid of the bin rather than crushing the recycling? I think you've just invented the internal bin lid opener. Patent the idea, quick.
Postman Pat
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Hmm....maybe add something to clip the top plate to the top of the bin so it doesn't rise up.
Gazwag
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Small children can't be put up a chimney nowadays, so you use them to jump up and down on the recycling to compress it, obviously some children are better, in fact the ones who wouldn't fit up chimneys are probably the best.
schmunk
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When I worked at a college the caretaker used to walk from bin to bin crushing them down when they were full of packaging ( the bins were big.) we set up a false top of thin polystyrene and watched him drop to the bottom:.. He fractured his arm so we couldn’t really laugh ��
Is there a chance the track could bend?
cloud
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Something like this?
Yes hun
Is that the worlds biggest Hot Wheels track ?
cloud
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It's actually Wembley Stadium
https://www.theguardian.com/footbal...day-wembley-turned-to-ski-jumping-in-pictures
What a way to make an entrance into the stadium though.
https://www.theguardian.com/footbal...day-wembley-turned-to-ski-jumping-in-pictures
What a way to make an entrance into the stadium though.
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It’s the first stage of the expedition to find Ulloa’s penalty ball
Pitta Pockets. Like a Ginster's pasty, but a small, filled, microwaveable pitta.
"You've gotta Pitta Pocket or two!"
(Basically I worked from the jingle backwards.)
I'm asking for £250,000 for 10% of the company. I'm up for Deborah Meaden. She seems alright.
"You've gotta Pitta Pocket or two!"
(Basically I worked from the jingle backwards.)
I'm asking for £250,000 for 10% of the company. I'm up for Deborah Meaden. She seems alright.