Monkeys Fist

Typed in "riverside pubs northumberland" The Elk's Head Whitfield Northumberland England NE47 8HD. In the West Allen valley, which is beautiful- 20 odd minutes west of Hexham Might be worth a punt?

Would have definitely made them more palatable but still the heads.......Ughhhh Don't let it put you off man- if they're served properly. Scoop em up and crunch away- like fishy crisps.

I'd have thought he'd wait until the WC was over before signing. A winners medal means extra wonga, shirley?

100% 110% even. Class pub. Lush setting they sell Sagres too. On paper The Boathouse at Newburn would deserve a mention but it's full of scum. In London the pubs right down the side of Hammersmith Bridge, there's three of them together, absolutely godly, for some reason the birds down there always seem the fittest in London too, posh many of them but who gives a fuck, I've never once seen a fat munter down there at Hammersmith Bridge and I've been loads of times. It is quite an affluent area though and you have Barnes and Putney near by. Fabulous place though on the river, proper sun trap too, I've been on sessions outside there, and ended up looking like Garth Crooks. No-neck, fished eyed and pugly?

I've got to say , they look on the large size to be served as whitebait.Just going off the fork for scale, whitebait is usually no longer than the tines ( 2-3cm) or any wider than the handle. I usually served them in a very light tempura batter too.

£35 at sports direct sorry, couldnt resist Boooo!!! Scab

Apropos of bugger all, the French for Bat is "Chauve Souris", which translates as bald,or shaved, mouse. You'd think the Prime characteristic in naming them would be their ability to fly, added to the fact that they're hairy wee critters. Oh those contrary French Zoologists.

Yes you can.

The George at Chollerford.

Bat Chat.

I'd rather see some pics of your Mammys Ginger Minge.

When I was at catering college, one of the lads came out. He was the not in the least bit camp, in fact some of the younger lads on the course were a bit scared of him( before he came out) as he was built like a shithouse and nails with it. He came out one afternoon in the bar, sat and answered any questions the lads had, and that was that. I had bags of respect for the way he did it. I've also worked with some screaming queens too, it was hard to take them as fully rounded people, since their entire personality seemed based on a panto character. I also know some mackems and coloured folks

Bye then Andy.

They will roost in "modern" loft spaces, it's ideal for them. If you have them in your loft space, they're protected and it's an offence to move or disturb them. I love the little critters, watching the precision with which they fly is incredible, more so when you remember they are effectively blind.

Good Lad Dodgy bastards, chefs. I made one slight mix-up which was corrected immediately, he then becomes a petty prick and blows his top with me over something so small. I was no longer Mr Nice Guy and fucking battered him with my comeback. I'm not the type to usually hold grudges but this guy is just a bell in general. He'll probably be your best feckin mate tomorrow.

Said on Newsnight it's now 13 dead. Fucks sake.

Good Lad Dodgy bastards, chefs.

That, or Mammy likes the strap-on.

He probably still would, horny at that age imagining what sex would be like without Dad hanging out of his stinkhole. Aye

I like the main thrust of your point. ....this isn't helping, right? In all honesty, I find that sort of thing pretty tedious and tend not to spend time with gays of the "oo, get her!" variety, so I suppose it's hard for me to judge. The fact that people are generally surprised to discover I'm gay suggests the camp 'n' screaming stereotype is fairly ingrained even in the most open-minded of people (myself included, frankly!), but whether that's just the way it is or it's perpetuated by überfags being überfaggy? Difficult to say. Either way, for all I play up that kind of thing for laughs on here sometimes, I'd hate to think I was defined by my sexuality. There's more to life. Eurovision and lovely pink cocktails, for a start! (Still not helping, right?) I don't think you are defined by your sexuality on here at all.

Is Mammy a looker then Einstein?Put it another way; If she wasn't your Mammy Kevin, would you bang her?

Bettany Hughes on BBC2 now giving it sexy about Atlantis. Happy Monkey.

Deep.

It has to be man, "They lick the anus like ice-cream" "They eat the poo poo!" Classic

Could break into the first team. Injury crisis?