Some people talk like that all the time to complete strangers. I have been addressed a few times in such terms on the phone talking to people I have never met and never will meet. It does irritate me a bit.Now I'm wondering if it was an over-familiar business call, or a middle-aged woman looking for some hot Tinder-action!
No, I'm in Chorley, Lancashire this one is in Cheshire. I do know the area well as I used to work on several sites round there. I think there are three other Chorleys in the UK.
Come on gavroche , your French . You don’t do scruff . I’m sure your idea of scruff , most of us would consider well groomed and stylish.Just got into my scruff to do some fence painting when Mrs G asked me to go with her to get some grow bags. I am not changing again so will go as I am.
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Okay, where's yer purlicue?Yes, always. Gravel rides are new to me and the club. In my very limited experience gravel rides need very careful mapping and a recce to ensure they work. This particular route I recce'd with a friend and we found one major obstruction which required climbing huge concrete blocks with a large pool on the other side - all created by a property developer building the adjoining estate. My friend re-routed this, sent me the new one which I rode solo - this required me to cross four streams, walk down a terrifying descent, paddle through some very smelly mud only to arrive at an 8 foot fence erected by the same frigging developer.I re-planned again and solved this problem but somehow accidentally altered the route much further on which left me lost despite having ridden the section three times previously.
I know where it went wrong - a five way gravel junction in the middle of Bickershaw Park.
Road rides on the other hand I plot and go. We know Lancashire like the back of our hands so it's easy to do and if a road ride goes wrong a bit of common sense soon gets one back on track. If I'm out with the OAPs we make it up as we go along.
Anyone willing to give an honest answer as to why not?Morning, did a “live chat” with my insurance company, same old, same old, seems like no one want to part with the spondoolies
It's those "Valley's of the deaf" along the route that cause those type of calls.I was doing my crosswords on the train to Leeds this morning and a woman a few seats away was in the middle of a phone call. One of those 'speak loud enough to make sure everybody in the carriage can hear what you are saying' calls...
Two mitigating factors... For once: (1) She had a very pleasant voice, and (2) She could actually string some decent sentences together. So, none of that screeching "Tracey sed WOT??? Effing SLAG!!!" stuff that sometimes gets inflicted on unlucky fellow passengers...
I could only hear her side of the conversation though. As the call progressed, it became obvious that it was between two people who were very close but who can't have seen each other during the pandemic. I was trying to work out if the other person was a son, a brother, a lover, or just a very good friend. Lots of "love", "darling", "honey" and other terms of endearment. But then, as the call was finishing...
"Sorry, remind me - what did you say your name is?"
Oh is that a Gillette saddle,it looks sharp.
It looks it, doesn't it! I didn't sit on it long enough to make my mind up, but it definitely wasn't one of those that I hated from the moment I got on it.
You will be remembered much longer, if you got them lost, than if you didn’t.
You didn't ride home from Leeds.
