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Some interesting comments were brought up yesterday about Fireman Sam:
1) You never see his brother or sister who are the parents of those irritating kids who follow him around? Have they left? Are they charvers? Or is it the simple fact that Sam is actually their real dad and there’s some scandal going down in Pontypandy?
2) There’s a lot of action that goes down in such a small Welsh village. Do you think that the fire service are deliberately causing accidents, like pushing Trevor down wells and messing with Norman’s skateboard, so that they have something to do?
3) An Italian restaurant in a small village anywhere, where the population looks about 15, would not survive. Is Bella using the local cats in her recipes or does she have some rich Mafia boss living elsewhere in the world who funds her failing business?
4) Fireman Sam is a young, fit (not my words), active person and yet he’s single. This doesn’t happen in everyday life. Does he drive into town every night for some “Night Lady Action” or does he “bat for the other side”?
Your comments please.
June 3rd, 2008
Now, there isn’t much scope for wildlife in Willington Quay. Unless of course you include my downstairs neighbours. But, and Bill Oddie would be sooooooooooooooo proud, we have an OWL. Yes, gennelmen, an OWL. I hear it in the mornings, McIver doesn’t and in fact takes the piss out of me because of it. But its there. It has been known to park its bum on my roof. I have christened him “Bunter” in homage to Frank Richards wonderful character, Billy Bunter, aka “The Fat Owl of the Remove”. So its either that, or McIver is really Harry Potter and the owl is there as his postal system.
May 16th, 2008
Now, I love this programme and McIver doesn’t. He watches it under duress. But last nights was a classic. The teams had to devise 2 new occasions for which to sell greetings cards. One bunch of numpties chose “Happy Singles Day” which was to run on 13th February. The day before Valentine’s Day, when the shops are full of slushy shit (I say this, as I never get one, being single). The other bunch of fuckwits chose a card to encourage you to save the environment. I kid you not. “Let’s save the environment – how can we do that?” “I know, send a card to everybody we know telling them to save the environment”. “Great idea”. These people, my dear friends, are future captains of industry. No doubt they will be elevated to top jobs at Northern Rock. Car crash TV, but I am addicted. There’s a bit of snobbery about watching the Apprentice. It’s Big Brother, suited and booted.
May 1st, 2008
I stumbled accross this little gem and thought i would share the fun with you all:
http://ifyoulikeitsomuchwhydontyougolivethere.com/
Enjoy.
April 17th, 2008
It seems The Beans is a bit ill. I’m not really sure why but the only option i seem to have to fix the damn thing is to upgrade the version of the software it runs on.
This has one large downside though. The design we currently use for the site is not compatable with the new software version. So we would most likely have to change the design. Shall I do it? Email Me.
March 31st, 2008
I think we need to liven up this mo’ fo’ because ‘da beans hasn’t seen much action recently. We need another project to do, either a book or some more photos or something else. We can’t languish here whilst other websites (possibly) gain the ground to find the bigger audience.
Start shaking those loins for answers.
March 4th, 2008
How does she sell records? She is crap. All stupid songs about bicycles in China and sailing boats and shit like that. God, she really grinds my gears. Johnnie Walker (yes, radical DJ from pirate radio which I remember sadly, it was in the days of black and white wireless) was playing her this morning and he said “Oh, another good song from Katie Melua”. Is he on drugs? Clearly his recent brush with bowel cancer has got the better of him. And she wrote that pile of shite about Mary Pickford as well. Oh, its really spoiled my day. Â
February 20th, 2008
I have an IPod nano and its fab. I can’t use it properly yet, but I love it. I am at last hurtling into the 21st century. I had to buy it as the last time I was on holiday with my friend Susan I only had a Sony Walkman (with tapes) and she made me hide it under a towel she was so embarrassed. Its got 8 gigabytes and everything and bonny coloured pictures.
February 19th, 2008
I was looking on the world web of wonder and found this site which had me laughing… http://www.iusedtobelieve.com/
My mum used to wrap dumplings in tin foil and hide them in the garden before we had stew (yuck) then she used to call me to go hunt the dumplings down, I thought for years they were some kind of creature that lived in the ground that she then boiled and we ate.
I used to have two imaginary friends too, a boy and his dog, called Scargo and Banfa, yeah, cool names or what?! Obviously Russian or something. They lived behind the sofa and my mum had to set the table for them etc.
It’s nice to know I wasn’t so twisted as I thought though from reading what other people believed.
February 13th, 2008
Mr. Cockall interviews tomorrows geniuses (using song)
Who are you? Crumbly Chinshanks
What’s the Idea? Introducing the amazing, FaceHammer 3000!
What is it? It’s not just a hammer… It’s a hammer you strap to your face!
What does it do? Have you ever been doing some DIY around the house? I dont know, say putting up a picture. Well picture the scene, you’re holding the nail against the wall with one hand, you’re drinking a pint of sherry with the other… How do you bang in the nail? Easy… FaceHammer 3000. Simply strap the FaceHammer 3000 around your face, stick on some appropriate heavy metal music, and head bang your way to hung picture glory.
So what are you gonna do about it? Nothing (!) Mr. Cockall, it’s all in my head >:)
February 5th, 2008
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