Peggy's Mundane Thread

I've eaten too many haribos. I just had a dump and it came out cola bottle shaped.

I had some fresh pineapple for my pudding today.

Nothing untoward has happened as a result.

Only asking, does not pudding apply to steamed spotty dick types, whilst fruit and cream types are desserts.

Going across the border tomorrow but not the Cornish one

Watching the All Blacks demolish the Aussies  

30-12 at the moment and it's not even half-time yet.

Greenjock wrote:

Watching the All Blacks demolish the Aussies  

30-12 at the moment and it's not even half-time yet.

As the Aussies score a converted try  

This is seriously cramping my social life, I woke up to another [You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]

pepsipete wrote:

Only asking, does not pudding apply to steamed spotty dick types,  whilst fruit and cream types are desserts.

I'm not spotty  

You might well have picked up on an important linguistic point there, Pete. However, I always think of anything sweet after my main course as a pudding, even if it's actually a dessert.

Didn't have any cream, mind - just some fabby fat free vanilla yoghurt (the small people call it ice-cream yoghurt and would happily eat the big, three-serving pot each - in one sitting - if they ever got the chance).

I have just come back from an early morning run........at 04:30!! Wearing a Petzl headlamp. Is that normal?

I found my Petzl last week, it still works and it's just had its 20th birthday!

Yesterday's afternoon film (you can't beat an afternoon film of a winter weekend) was Operation Daybreak, the true story of the assassination of Heydrich, filmed in the real locations in Prague (I've been in the crypt where the assassins hid out and eventually shot themselves rather than be captured). Sadly, it's a 1970s British film, so although the costumes were accurate the hairstyles weren't.

This afternoon's film will be Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs. Culture, innit.

Ah, Sunday afternoons in the winter. Mug of tea, packet of fig roles and a good old B&W war film.  

In our house we don't have pudding or dessert. Not very often anyway. And when we do we have "afters".

Sir Francis Drake wrote:

In our house we don't have pudding or dessert. Not very often anyway. And when we do we have "afters".

You square up to each other like rutting stags............very strange.

Just got back from a nights child minding, they were very good, parents had a night in Polzeath where Dad had a gig.

Today finished the gloss painting hall, stairway and landing

Greenjock wrote:

I've eaten too many haribos. I just had a dump and it came out cola bottle shaped.

I'm sorry to inform you that Hans Riegel (from Bonn), died a few days ago. Bonn is in mourning.

He was 90 and worth around 2 billion euros. He celebrated his 90th birthday in MacDonalds!!!!

When I was reading those detective novels set in Nazi Germany, I was surprised to see references to Haribo as I didn't know they were around in the 1930s/40s. I do now, mind.

When it stopped raining this morning I went for a walk to blow some cobwebs away (and get some milk). Plugged in the old headphones and strode out to the corner, where a gust of wind nearly toppled me over. And just at that moment, what should come up on the shuffle wossname but Stormy by the Supremes.

looks like rain.
why do people say that when its clearly raining ?

A little of what you fancy does you good.

My old man used to say this all of the time. I never really had the inclination to look it up until just now...............

Meaning

A euphemistic way of expressing the benefits of sex.  

This proverbial saying was first the title of a vaudeville song, made famous by the risqué Victorian singer Marie Lloyd. Lloyd was an immensely popular music hall performer in England towards the end of Queen Victoria's reign.

The chorus of "A Little of What You Fancy Does You Good", goes:

I always hold in having it if you fancy it
If you fancy it that’s understood
And suppose it makes you fat? I don’t worry over that
‘Cos a little of what you fancy does you good.


Totally pointless I know. Maybe mundane in the extreme to the chagrin of the moralists.

I'm off out for a run. I have to empty myself of calories in case I actually decide to go to the match tonight and drink lots of pre-match beer.

Seeing as no-one wants to take up my offer of meeting for a pre-match pint  , I may even forego my attendance tonight as my own personal protest against Mr.Brent's regime, and stay indoors and watch pre-recorded episodes of Homeland and order in a domino's pizza. Texas BBQ me thinks!!

I used to collect gramophone records - especially Music Hall.



She was a controversial performer who they actually tried to stop performing because of her alleged lewdness. She performed her act in front of the censors but did it completely straight without stressing all the double-entendres. Her act was passed.

She was active in the performers union & was centrally involved in a strike that shut theatres throughout the country.

"She Sits Among the Cabbages & Peas" was another of her best known songs. After complaints about the name she changed it to "She Sits Among the Cabbages & Leeks".

Here to help....

Had to buy some new highlighter pens today. Thanks to the small people (and particularly the five year old, who likes to use them for colouring in), there wasn't an operational one in the place.

Had a very nice cream and strawberry jam cake after my tea tonight.  

mouldyoldgoat wrote:

Had a very nice cream and strawberry jam cake after my tea tonight.  

That would be the Afters that you don't have very often.