Lineslinger
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You shouldn't.
And forget the idea you are receiving accountable journalism regardless of who is broadcasting.
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Yep - bad news sells .
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it used to be “making motorbikes”, and Norton are doing brilliantly with that….
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A mate of mine has a brother who is into collecting vintage military vehicles - a White armoured car, a 6x6 truck, ambulance, that sort of thing.
He bought something similar to house his hobby. It's always a useful comeback when the wife complains about the amount of toys I have
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Agree, house spacious but not so big that it's hard to clean. But decent size of the shed. Was hard on my wife, did only build a house for her hobby, 160x70 feet. She wanted 220 feet.
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CJ....never mindSo... Where do you take a sick boat...to the dock of course.
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In a small town in the mid-west, there were 2 churches, each with their own priest. Both parishes were so poor they could only afford at give their priests a bicycle to get around on.
Every Saturday, the two priests would meet over a coffee and talk about what they were going to put in their sermons the next day.
This continued for a year or so, and the two became good friends.
One Saturday, only one priest turned up for coffee. He became worried about his friend and called him. “What’s up,” he asked, “You didn’t show up for out coffee today? “
“A terrible thing has happened” came the reply. Someone has stolen my bicycle, and I couldn’t make it in time.
“That’s disgusting” replied his friend. “After all that you have done for the community, and some low life steals your bicycle. Tell you what, tomorrow you preach the Ten Commandments, with as much fire and brimstone as you can cram into it. Make them feel the flames and smell the brimstone, really roast them over a spit. Then they will feel ashamed, and your bicycle will be returned”
“Great idea” came the reply.” I’ll get on to this right away, how can I thank you for the support and the good idea!”
Next Saturday, both turn up for the morning coffee as usual.
“So, how did it go last week then? I see you have your bicycle again!”
“Oh, it all went very well, I think. I was really getting into the swing of things, until I came to the bit about thou shalt not commit adultery, then suddenly I rememberd where I had left my bicycle….. “
Every Saturday, the two priests would meet over a coffee and talk about what they were going to put in their sermons the next day.
This continued for a year or so, and the two became good friends.
One Saturday, only one priest turned up for coffee. He became worried about his friend and called him. “What’s up,” he asked, “You didn’t show up for out coffee today? “
“A terrible thing has happened” came the reply. Someone has stolen my bicycle, and I couldn’t make it in time.
“That’s disgusting” replied his friend. “After all that you have done for the community, and some low life steals your bicycle. Tell you what, tomorrow you preach the Ten Commandments, with as much fire and brimstone as you can cram into it. Make them feel the flames and smell the brimstone, really roast them over a spit. Then they will feel ashamed, and your bicycle will be returned”
“Great idea” came the reply.” I’ll get on to this right away, how can I thank you for the support and the good idea!”
Next Saturday, both turn up for the morning coffee as usual.
“So, how did it go last week then? I see you have your bicycle again!”
“Oh, it all went very well, I think. I was really getting into the swing of things, until I came to the bit about thou shalt not commit adultery, then suddenly I rememberd where I had left my bicycle….. “