How true. I rarely use Supercharger stations, but the two I do use are next to (i) a Waitrose or alternatively (ii) the one at the Welcome Break services on the M11. Whilst the car is charging I frequently wander into either the Waitrose or the Services and ask if anybody knows of anywhere...
Ha! No - it is a plain blue back, but that does make easier regarding applying numbers - which I shall do myself, using iron-on numbers. (The joys of being grass roots coach. It seems reasonable to assume Fab doesn't spend his evenings ironing numbers onto shirts...)
Even so, I was pretty...
The U14 team I coach play in red and black shirts (Umbro) - but the club don’t provide a change strip, meaning when we play away fixtures and there is a colour clash they have to wear training bibs over their match shirts. Which they hate.
So this week, having had enough of this, me and my...
Ha! Sounds like a right nightmare.
I’ve never even been on NSC and don’t even have the internet - but if I get around to getting myself online one day I’ll be sure to take a look.
Ahh! I think get it now!
Let me have a go:
Two werewolves buy tickets for a BASKETBALL game. Turning up half an hour before the game is due to start, one turns to the other and say, “There doesn’t seem to be many people around at the moment.”
And the other one says, “Yes. That’s because...
FFS don’t tell my kids that. They still think two weeks self-catering at the BP Wild Bean Cafe on the A505 just outside Newmarket is a perfectly acceptable holiday - even if it is a bit of drive to the beach every day.
Apropo of nothing really, last evening I attended my son’s GCSE options parent’s evening with the youngster plus the former Mrs Nylon.
During the Geography presentation, the teacher excitedly referenced the prospect of a trip to Iceland.
I raised my hand and said if he was thinking of the one...
Both my kids were born in Cambridge and I live in a village about 15 miles outside the city, so that’s who they support and that’s where we go to watch football.
The Abbey is still a lot like the Goldstone was when I first started going to games, with a mixture of terracing plus a hotchpotch of...
I watched that copy you sent to me and I genuinely couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
After the third failed repair for the same fault, Rita is entitled to a new tumble drier, without affecting her statutory rights; or failing that, if she had put just one penny of the original purchase price...
Well, quite. And where does the joke go from there?
"A priest, a minister and a rabbi walk into a bar.
The barman asks the priest what he wants to drink and he orders a whiskey.
The barman asks the minister what he wants to drink and he orders a port.
The barman then turns to the rabbi and...