Peggy's Mundane Thread

Greenjock wrote:

What a day so far! Using just a £10 freebet from Paddy Power, I have withdrawn £280, got at least £30 still to come from my patent, with one more running tonight at Wolverhampton, have got £12.50 Eachway on Up the Beat in the 4.4o at Cheltenham, a £10 Eachway bet on the US Golf on Mark Wilson, and still have £25 credit to play with later.

Wilson is a canny bet, Jock. Very much 'under the radar' he is. He'll win a big'un soon. What price did you get?

Czarcasm wrote:

Greenjock wrote:

What a day so far! Using just a £10 freebet from Paddy Power, I have withdrawn £280, got at least £30 still to come from my patent, with one more running tonight at Wolverhampton, have got £12.50 Eachway on Up the Beat in the 4.4o at Cheltenham, a £10 Eachway bet on the US Golf on Mark Wilson, and still have £25 credit to play with later.

Wilson is a canny bet, Jock. Very much 'under the radar' he is. He'll win a big'un soon. What price did you get?

60-1, but only 4 places. The early starters had already teed off. He's due off about now but Harrington shot 10 under!

Most seabass sold in supermarkets is farmed (in Greece)- they can sometimes be infected with lice that look like big white woodlice.

Ali, Extra meat ration don't knock it!!

Merv P.

Chemical Ali wrote:

Most seabass sold in supermarkets is farmed (in Greece)- they can sometimes be infected with lice that look like big white woodlice.

Having once lived where foreign bodies were inevitably to be found in flour and rice it doesn't bother me .... much. I'm with Merv on this one. We developed a system that as long as they were white we didn't look too hard. When they pupated and turned black we had to chuck it out.

To be honest, "How are your bowels?" was a constant question throughout our time there.

Cambelt broken on one of the taxis. School run mayhem, all sorted in the end. Doesn't help for next week though..........

Joe's school ringing, he is in sickbay with a stomach ache, they don't think the lead is being swung (not like him anyway) and can I come and collect? Yes, but more hassle, because his mum is in Ireland visiting her family and I need to be at work for school runs this afternoon.........

Cerbera wrote:

If it's not in batter and paper, it's not a proper fish.

You bunch of educated wankers!

Turbot, John Dory and Sea Bass! What's wrong with a piece of cod with chips and a pickled egg?

At last a piece of fish fit for the mundane board, & cod is it...

Haddock with chips & a pickled egg is where it's at.. if it's out of paper/box etc... Although you used to be able to get Rock Salmon, the king of all fish & chips, but I haven't come across an establishment selling this for years .

Rock Salmon.. Rocks Fact!!

Chemical Ali wrote:

Most seabass sold in supermarkets is farmed (in Greece)- they can sometimes be infected with lice that look like big white woodlice.

A leg for everyone then Mmmmmmmmm

Cod stocks are at unsustainable levels. You should all be eating Pollock you fish killing bastards! Or South West caught Mackerel which is MSC accredited (there's a green tick on packets for MSC accreditation).

knecht wrote:

So, what's your betting for Shrewsbury?

With my luck? I'd bet it was in Shropshire, only for it to have been moved to Worcestershire, the night before

Bleddy Cheltenham Festival!

I mean, I know it must be Friday, because I've spent the morning sticking bits of cotton wool onto paper to look like sheep, cutting, sticking, painting and generally pretending to look after the four year old, and that's what I always do on Fridays. But usually on Friday afternoons it's the inestimable Mark Kermode and Simon Mayo doing the films on 5Live. Only today they were on early because of the Cheltenham coverage, so I'm listening to Mark Radcliffe and Stuart Maconie on 6Music, and that's what I do every other day except Friday.

No wonder I'm confused.

500 post and not out... here's to the next half century

I am soooooooo glad today is over.

It's beer o'clock.

Now they keep on talking about George Clooney being taken away in handcuffs. I'm not coping too well with the images that's conjuring up.

Sandford_Grecian wrote:

500 post and not out... here's to the next half century

Sandford at least you can count your posts on here,rather than on PASOTI where everyone is now a newby....no street cred at all,.....its hurting....

oddball wrote:

Sandford_Grecian wrote:

500 post and not out... here's to the next half century

Sandford at least you can count your posts on here,rather than on PASOTI where everyone is now a newby....no street cred at all,.....its hurting....

All the animals are now equal.

Ha ha ha....

I'm aching quite badly this morning. In a physical rather than emotional way, obviously.

Went to my first pre-season nets session with the Green Taverners Cricket Club last night. Forgot to pack my trainers in my kitbag, so had to bat in my size-13 Walking Boots. Not cool.

Still, it was good to catch up with the lads again, especially Dane Bunney, as his presence always serves to confirm my theory that Darwin was right.

Did you say hi from me

Greenjock wrote:

Did you say hi from me

Let's just say that Dane and I don't communicate much.

Rickler wrote:

oddball wrote:

Sandford_Grecian wrote:

500 post and not out... here's to the next half century

Sandford at least you can count your posts on here,rather than on PASOTI where everyone is now a newby....no street cred at all,.....its hurting....

All the animals are now equal.

Ha ha ha....

Rickler.Very good. "No one believes more firmly than comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal" Chapter 5 Animal Farm. Looks like its all coming true.

To Devonport Park this morning, playing cricket with #1 son. His pads and gloves are a much better fit on him now. He can at least see over the top of his pads to hit the ball.

About to take wifey out for tea for Mothers Day. She's been in Ireland since Thursday.

It's about bleddy time petrol stations reprogrammed their petrol pumps so that the price goes up in multiples of 2p, instead of a penny.

Now, I'm pretty adept when it comes to hitting the £20.00 mark, more often than not. But annoyingly, it seems to be getting more and more tricky not to go to £20.01 due to the stupid feckin price per litre. The slightest little bit of over-pressure on the trigger, and your buggered. And the less juice you get for your buck, the harder it is to get to that nice round figure.

Mundane rant over.

I'm with the Czar on this one, only my situation's even more complicated. I'll attempt to explain.

I fill up at Sainsbury's. I don't just get nectar points innit, I get triple nectar points innit at the moment because of being a British Gas customer. You usually get one point per litre, so that means I get three per litre. When filling up, my instinct of course is to go for the complete pound, and like you I find it's all too easy to slip over onto £20.01. So I decide to keep going and make it a round £21, and manage it. Only to find that it's showing x.9 litres, which means another dribble would give another three nectar points innit, so I put another dribble in and then it's not a round pound, and so on.

I usually end up putting about £30 in when I only wanted to spend £20.

Peggy wrote:

I'm with the Czar on this one, only my situation's even more complicated. I'll attempt to explain.

I fill up at Sainsbury's. I don't just get nectar points innit, I get triple nectar points innit at the moment because of being a British Gas customer. You usually get one point per litre, so that means I get three per litre. When filling up, my instinct of course is to go for the complete pound, and like you I find it's all too easy to slip over onto £20.01. So I decide to keep going and make it a round £21, and manage it. Only to find that it's showing x.9 litres, which means another dribble would give another three nectar points innit, so I put another dribble in and then it's not a round pound, and so on.

I usually end up putting about £30 in when I only wanted to spend £20.

This is the kind of thing that reaffirms my belief that women should not be allowed to touch any kind of machinery. Remote controls, computers, the central heating dial and now petrol pumps. Leave it to us men love