ECO wrote:Wahoo, I've had turkey bacon and pig bacon and the stuff on my plate was not from either animal.
It's does look sort of vaguely...human. Now that you mention it. But then Ed Gein or Jeffrey Dahmer would know more about that than I do...
ECO wrote:Wahoo, I've had turkey bacon and pig bacon and the stuff on my plate was not from either animal.

Lillywight wrote:DWL at "pre-sucked" lemon!!!!



Tinks wrote:
Those people in them funny little hats were all over the place.

Tinks wrote:I ran around like a headless chicken while trying to tell myself not to panic because he was almost 30 minutes early. That did not work. I got down stairs to put the rubbish out only to discover that it was pissing it down with rain, and my £80 haircut was in jeopardy. So back upstairs it was (4 flights of bloody stairs) to retrieve the umbrella. I lost count of how many times I was up and down the stairs as I had to take my suitcases down too. My Uncle is no spring chicken and I wasn’t prepared to take the risk of him keeling over dead due to heavy loads, so I didn’t let him know I was ready until I had got everything downstairs.
In typical Jamaican fashion (Well actually he is Bajan), he had a couple of items that he wanted me to give to my Aunt – so I had to pack those before I left. THEN we headed off to Gatwick Airport
Tinks wrote:Normally there are tons of kids on the flight to Jamaica – but I noticed that there were not that many this time, so I was quite pleased. Imagine my “choc horreur†when I located my seat on the plane only to discover that there was one sitting behind me. Luckily for her she turned out to not be so bad. The kid screamed when the plane was taking off and screamed when it was landing. The mother did nothing to comfort her. I wanted to slap her.
I had chosen a seat fairly near to the exit of the plane – 3 rows from the exit to be precise. I figured that all the kids would be at the very back of the plane, and as I was close to the front, then I’d be able to get off fairly quickly. Yeah right!!
There was a lovely little old lady seated in the middle of the row of seats and I felt so guilty asking her to move – but I did it anyway. I heard some mumblings and rumblings from young men who were standing at the next row, but I took no notice. After about 10 mins one of the boys asked me how the seating worked as he thought he was by the window. I explained to him how it worked, and he said ok, and went back to “labrish wid him man demâ€.
I settled into my seat and admired the view from row 27A.
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