Monkeys Fist

Lesson 1"Dammi una fetta imburrata, ora!" Repeat.

Any clean up/ demolition of the older facilities will be a monumental ball-ache. A couple of years ago I was contracted to help them in the first stages of demolishing a stack. The inside had ledges every 10 feet or so, which where covered in thick dust. The whole thing had to be cleaned without getting any airborne dust, prior to it being taken down brick by brick. When the time taken to climb the to the top of the stack , and rigging, was factored in we would have had under 30 minutes of grafting before we were at the daily limit of radiation. There were 6 blokes in the team, each one costing £ 500+ per day, for over a month. After we were done, a scaffold for demolition needed building, under the same working restrictions, then the actual demolition.

With paws like Joe, every wank is a danger wank. And that's the best I can say about this transfer window.

That's spookily similar.

That's actually spookily close to some of my lists

Half way through the flight someone next to CT snaps their fingers ...... .... and the queue forms

You both have two. There endeth the similarity.

I assume you were referring to Supermac , not the burger clown. Look at these fuckers! How very dare you!

McDonald legs? More like fucking chicken wings.

It is The Truman Show.

The swans are brilliant, aren't they? And the big hills, and the lake , and the sea ferry boat, and the funny man, and the cows.

Aye, seen it. I'll not be.

You're assuming I have any say in the matter Cheers though, noted My parents were proper trendy buggers in the early 1960s, involved in the Club A Go Go, used to go on European tours in VW campers and that. On one tour they met an Italian family from Trento, and used to visit them when they went on trips. Anyway, fast forward to 1971, I'm three, parents haven't been away since my older brother was born (1965), so we all load up the car ( an estate Vauxhall I think) and head off for a fortnight's drive. Ferry to Calais, through Belgium, Germany, Switzerland, and into Italy. What little I remember of the journey is waking up one morning in the Black Forest and seeing Roe Deer feeding around the car ( we kipped in the back of the car, parents had a tent), and driving down through what I later realised was the Dolomites, being amazed at the sheer cliffs and switchbacks. When we got to the Italian crew, my older brother apparently kicked off when the father kissed my Dad, Godfather style, on greeting us , and he refused to speak to Papa Gennaro for the entire holiday Aaaanyway, the point of this ramble is that the strongest memory I have of the trip is of me and my brother , pedalling a Swan pedallo at night on a boating lake in Lido de Jesolo. I have no idea if they still have them, ( the Swan boats),but if they do I can recommend them to CT, they'll keep you happy got a good hour

Mrs. Fist opened a conversation the other day with, " So, I had an idea about a holiday, wondered what you thought?" This translated is. " We are going to Disneyland Florida with my sisters and their broods in 2015. I've already spoken with them and we are booking a villa for us all. Start saving". Anyone fancy a swap? I'm no bother- I'll just sit in the corner and you can feed me wine and bacon.....

@@Tooj Saw this, thought of you http://www.buzzfeed.com/emofly/marijuana-filled-super-bowl-snacks?s=mobile Alternatively, you just roll a fatty and have a tube of Pringles.

Do you do it on purpose, Finbarr?

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And yet, drink Guinness ....

How did you cope on holiday before the internet?

Cheers gents.

CT nips across the road on holiday for an emergency pizza