Tuesday, 3 April 2007

Bloody Weekend - Part II - Pikie Sundee :)



Ok.......... When my Tom sorted out his tiny bedroom just before crimbo, he wanted shot of the old armchair that was in there, so he dragged the bugger down the garden with promises of taking it up the dump or sneaking across the gap at the bottom of our garden and lobbing it on the Blyth's skip that is always outside the back of their house......... BUT....... did he? NO he aint, so there its stayed for a few months and it was to wet and soggy for me to put in me car......

So on Sundee ( Sunday :) ) I says to my Jacob who is a bit of a pyromaniac (must be the boy scout in him) hey, do ya wanna make a bonnie and burn that old armchair and all that other rubbish down the back.......... obviously the answer was yes..... so he dragged the thing out the back gates onto the little bit of wasteground that gives this little row of houses back access..... we can park cars or caravans etc there........

Ok, what you must understand that burning of furniture is SO BLOODY PIKIEish LOL....... and it was well windy, and even though the little picture dont do it justice, cos by then it had well died down, the flames was blowing everywhere.......and the smoke was a tad thick at times.......

One of my Tom's best friends is a Pikie and old Nelson that use to live next door was a true pikie and Milie, Toms Pickie friend is actually the great grandson of old Nelson and Elderberry Millies Gran was Nelsons Daughter, or something like that, but that is another story in its own right :),,,,

So there we are, gayly have a burn up like a couple of pikies, even with a white pikie van in the background when 2 of me neighbours came running out the back of their gardens....... I thought 'ere we go' .......oh Mel do you think thats a good idea....... errrrrrr yep, I says, need to burn this old armchair, ya got anything ya want lobbed on?............. Mel do you really think its a good idea after what happened 3 years ago..........errrrrrrr yep, actually I do, your just paranoid, its ok... dont worry.........

Ok, let me explain............something happened 3 years ago that I can honestly say for a few minutes was the worst feeling of me life........a fireman had to rugby tackle me to the ground...... and if he hadnt had on his helmet and mask, Im sure he would of been sporting a black eye......... listen, Im NOT a violent person, not really, only when I really have to be, in a matter of life and death.......and this was one of those times........

This is gonna bore ya to tears BUT, I aint really bovvered if it does or it dont :)....

Three years ago my Tom was mixing with, shall we say some choice people...... and he had a bit of a run in with some blokes............well I knew these blokes from when they was tots....... but things has gone from good to bad, with them and my Tom..... they wanted him to get a bit deeper into a bit of a scam they had going and my Tom said...... no way no how.... and they didnt like it..... anyways.......

I use to have this 6 berth caravan at the bottom of me garden, that I use to hook onto the back of me car and we would go down to Cornwall in it, and during the winter months it was parked in the bottom of me garden and me older lads would use it like a room to have some mates round when there was to many for the house, I didnt mind as long as they kept it clean and respected that it was mine sam and jacobs escape for a holiday........some weekends Sam and Jacob would sleep in the caravan in the garden as a treat, as they had done the weekend previous to what Im just about to tell you......

So its real late way gone midnight on a Saturday night, Im still faffing around the kitchen when I look out the back window cos something was bright down the garden.......I was tired and it took me a little while to realise that there was a fire, and I mean A FIRE, huge it was........ WTF I thought and I opened be back door to go investigate...... the fire must of been burning for a little while cos it had caught onto me neighbours wooden garage....... the flames were HUGE and I could hear people shouting.... I ran in doors to ring the Fire Brigade and was told that already 5 YES 5 Fire Engines were on their way and to NOT go near...... how could me caravan be on fire? maybe me neighbours shed had had an electrical fault, all this was going though me mind, when my Jacob and Sam appeared at the top of the stairs....... whats going on mum.... there is a fire I say down the bottom of the garden......... Im still in a bit of a daze and standing near me house (the bottom of me long narrow garden is about 120 foot away) when 5 firemen burst through me side gate....... ya see there is only a tiny dirt track that leads to the back of our houses and there is NO WAY that a fire engine could fit down, so out the front of me house and down our road was 5 fire engines, at a bit of a loss what to do....... they dragged their hoses down our side alley and down me garden....... but by now the flames were getting so out of hand and not only my caravan but me neighbours wooden garage and the garage next to that were ablaze.......... my Ben then appears and says........ mum Toms not in....... my HEART STOPS, my Toms not in? at this time of night? OMG OMG THAT MEANS he is sleeping in the caravan...... I screamed so loud, that primal mother scream that the bloke 20 house away heard me that night lol....... omg my Tom is in the caravan, with that I run down me garden screaming at the fireman just as one of the gas bottles explode..... and just as one of the vintage cars in me neighbours garage petrol tanks must of blown........ one fireman tried to grab me but I just slipped under his arm, one almost grabbed me by the waist, but my son I thought was burning alive in me caravan, it would take more then a couple of suited up firemen to stop me........



(this is the only picture of the fire it dont look to bad from this shot lol) note our basketball post in the shot lol

sorry its post like this but I dont know how to change it lol if you click on it and slide across you can see how big the fire was.....


The heat was something like I aint never felt before, I could feel me hair frazzling and my skin burning........ with that I was rugby tackled to the floor by this third fireman where he just kept says sorry sorry you cant you just cant........ well, as a kid I was a bit of a scrapper and that night I had not forgotten any of it....... I fought this fireman as if my very soul depended on it....... screaming my son is in that caravan, Im crying and fighting and kicking and he is holding me so tight face to face and he to is crying....... and he wont let me go, he now has me in a bear hug face to face with him and I knew that I just couldnot do nuffin so I just slumped in his safe arm..........

You still with me?.........

All the houses had to evacuate cos of the gas bottles blowing up and the garages with the cars in blowing....... the fireman still wouldnt let me go, but turned round and walked back to the house, talking in my ear all the time..... trying to calm me down, by then I was calm but I was in shock, I thought my Tom had been burnt alive in our caravan........

Ok....... everyone is out in the street so that the fireman could do what they had to do....... when Blakes car pulls up and my Tom and his mate Blake step out and ask WTF is going on........ that is when it was a good job that the fireman had not let me loose from his bear hug..... cos that was it, I just blanked out....... shock I think? relief?........

I dont remember to much more of that night......... I know the fireman were there for the best part of 4 hours....... I know that the fireman came in and made tea for everyone in me kitchen......

I do know that if it had been the weekend before, that my Sam and Jacob would of been asleep in the caravan as a weekend treat, and they surely would of been burnt alive.....

I know the devastation the next morning when I walked down the garden to find just the chassis of the caravan left, all the fences burnt down, me neighbours garage with his 2 vintage cars and all his antique clocks in it burnt to the ground, the other neighbours garage was just as bad, but at least his cars were not in there.........

You see......... I thought my boy was in that burning fire, and I would of run into those flames as sure as I sit here and type this........and that fireman knew, he knew........

Someone had set light to me caravan on purpose, someone that had a grudge against my Tom, someone that meant to scare him........ someone that made a HUGE mistake that night.........

It was the biggest bloody fire this village had ever had, except for when Farmer Knobes barn burnt down just past creech woods that time........

Even thought the coppers couldnt place blame on who did this, even though they knew who it was, they just couldnt nail them...... they also know that we know, the blokes that did it also know that I KNOW..... I will abide my time.... :)

THINGS LIKE THIS MAKE ME REALISE JUST HOW TOTALLY ALONE I AM....... I did ring me X that night cos my lads were all so scared and in shock...... and ya know what he said........ he said....... what ya ringing me for? nuff said.....

Anyways if you have read this far then ya mad LMFAO........

So you see........ I suppose me neighbours last Sundee had a right to be paranoid, just a little lol......... but the twat neighbour whose garage burnt down with his vintage cars in it, didnt speak to me for nigh on a year, IT WAS NOT MY FAULT YA TOSSER.......... but ya know what, a year later his wifey told me that they was well chufted cos they well made a killing on their insurance claim........ and that I had actually done them a favour cos it got them out of a bit of debt........ I SAID, IT WAS NOT MY FAULT........... gawd some people.... just dont get it.......

So the pikie fire we had at the weekend caused a few feathers to ruffle and I dont mean Janets :)

much to much Twaddle for a Tuesday.....

x

39 comments:

Jump to the Left said...

That made me cry, you crazy thing! My god, I can't imagine. Well, I can imagine you beating on the fireman, but no, I can't imagine being in the spot you were in. No way. No how. No wonder.

Damn, you are one fine gal.
xxx

Starr Kelso said...

The way it should be. Well done Mtoast. sorry it happened, though.. and good for Tom knowing when to say no.

OrdinaryShark said...

Marm, I cannot even imagine having one of the kids in a situation like that. I'm sure as shooting (what the hell does that mean anyway?) glad the fireman was there to tackle you. And then that f-n tosser of an ex says why you calling. That...oh that....oh that… just burns me up.
But you and I are kindred souls (cept you're a lot funnier) we are. I've got a huge fire pit down past the garden (site of the famed Molotov cocktail party) The Weasel boy especially likes to put old chrimmy trees and other dried pine/spruce varieties in it and watch huge showers of sparks blow off into the night to put in peril the Blackstrap preserve. Ahhh yes. More than one piece of furniture has been improved down there. I take out more burn permits than all the rest of West Falmouth combined. They like to throw bottles in and see the melted globs when the fire burns out the next day.
Firemen are a great lot too. Your guys were good but when we lived in town, the firehouse was literally across the street; the house that Girlface calls her's because she was borneded on the second floor. Anyway, some years ago we had a Montessori school we ran on the first floor and lived on the top two floors. Girlface's mother was making some toast(y) upstairs but the $1.00 garage sale toaster decided that day to get stuck. As luck would have it it was placed under the under-the-cabinet radio/tape player, which as Japanese technology would dictate was largely made of petroleum based plastic. Things got heated up a bit, the toast was cremated and the radio combo met its maker and catches a fire. Well, the cabinets are wood so they get into the conflagration and soon we have an honest to goodness fire in the kitchen.
I'm down in my recently out of law school office waiting for anything at all to happen when I hear a little voice call, /barely audible/ "fire." "What was that?" says I to I, when I heard much more distinctly, "FIRE"
Well long story shorter I zipped up through dense plastic smoke and vanquished the fire. Being an old Victorian house with huge windows everywhere I started throwing them open and found two fans to vent the smoke from the house. I THEN hear sirens and look out to see all the nippers from the school in the front yard and two big trucks from across the way pulling up. Out get a half dozen firemen in full regalia and tromp up the front stairs. They break the front door, knock over a table, breaking it, and smash a window, not because they were trying to but because being in big bulky regalia does not, apparently, lend one's self to daintiness and finesse. After looking around and deciding I had done a bang up job and offering me a spot on the fire department roster they gathered up their toys and went back across the street.
The best part was two days later, while standing in the charred kitchen Weselboy, then a mere tadpole points up to the damage and says, … I kid you not,… "Poppa, why'd you do that?" I have a picture of the moment. I should send it to you.
And, btw, which part, exactly of you post were you thinking was the boring bit?
I’m leaving the lights on for Starr.

Jump to the Left said...

Shark,
You're one funny guy.

Starr Kelso said...

Oshark, I think I will just Leave the damn lights on...run up MToast's electric bill, whatnot. One day I might tell my special fire dance story...but I am not sure the statute of limitations has run on it, so mums the word...

MarmiteToasty said...

~((Jump))~ oh shut up, I so did not make you cry, ya daft cow LMFAO

I can remember that feeling of utter devastation though, Ive only ever experienced it once before the fire night, and that was when my Sam was 5 and got runover by a car in the village as I watched and there was nuffin I could do, it hit him 10 foot into the air and when he came down and hit the car again it knocked him 25 foot along the road....... I thought it had killed him, that is when I did me first primal mother scream, and Phil in our bank heard my scream right up the other end of the shops with the doors closed..... Sam was all twisted and broken and still, but I thought he had been killed....... but thats maybe another story :) ....... lol xxx

~((Starr))~ fanks :) - yeah mine have pushed the edge before but they always seem to know where the line is :)... xx

~(((Shark)))~ well once a tosser always a tosser I say lmfao..... yep the most horrendous gut wrenching feeling a parent could go through..... if it had been the weekend previous then the outcome would of been a different story and I dont really like to think of those consequences..... I do know that others would of died that night by my hands..... :) -

wow to your story of the fire..... ya can see why I have this thing about plugs and lights being turned off lol I burn a lot of candles here but Im well careful and even those my ben smokes rollies he has NEVER been allowed to ever smoke in the house..... and he has always respected that lol

OMG I would give he hind teeth to own an old victorian big building.... give me a big house and I will make it pay for itself lol

I would love to see the pics of what you talk about and oh kids aye and their comments, priceless.....

I do think maybe we are sort of kindred souls, we LOVE fires here, and how daft that you have to have a license to have a bonfire, now thats just plain stupid lmfao...... how dare someone tell ya when ya can and cant have a bonfire...gawds sake...... we go on family weekend camp with our scout group, the leaders (I use to be one) have been maties for about 17 years and they aint normal people lmfao and when all the kids are in bed its ADULT time lol and we have this great 'burning of the cardboard boxes' game we do on the fire, but thats another story LMFAO

I LOVE you sharing your stories :) fanks so much ..... xxxx

~(((Starr)))~ now shall I tell you something well funny...... I got up this morning about 6.30 and someone had left the bloody lights on in me tiny little lounge and the door open lmfao........ SO YOUR TO BLAME FOR THAT ONE.......lol

Rules of this house, last up lights out, plugs out, except the cable plug for the telly or it buggers up the internet connection....... and shut the lounge door or the cats will sleep in there......

So I have proof your honour that you said to leave the lights on...... Im gonna sue your arse LMFAO.....xx

MarmiteToasty said...

ps Shark :) I put the remnants of me crimbo tree on me open log fire in me lounge once, years back........ well no one told me that pine and fire is a mental combination lmfao........ :) I caught me chimney alight and had to have the fire brigade out LOL..... but thats another story :)....... x

Mr. Fabulous said...

You are a remarkable woman, no lie.

I have to know...what is a Pikie?

the psycho therapist said...

I'm with Harold. My first thought was what's a pikie? Is that equivalent to someone who lives in a trailer maybe in, uh, the mountains of West Virgina (which I adore, by the way so I am not making fun of the state)?

Yes, you are a stellar Mum.
Yes, fireman embraces are wonderful when you are in need. Strong arms get big kudos whenever and wherever, right ole gal? (wink)

Is that a mail delivery truck in the yard? (smiling)


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the psycho therapist said...

Oops, almost forgot. Nice story, Shark. Thanks.


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Starr Kelso said...

Personally, I would have turned the lights off, but Oshark said he was "leaving them on for me" so, I says...okay. Really, I would have turned the lights out, but my car ran out of gas, the policeman wouldn't let me leave the scene of my minor 14 car accident in such a drunken state, they wouldn't sell me a train ticket to England so I missed my airplane connections, and to top it off, I since I don't speak the Queen's English when I got to Heathrow I couldn't understand a word anyone said...so I took the next flight back to the real world...just getting back as a matter of fact, and well gee, I'm sorry.

PDX Pup said...

Pikie (said "Pie-Key) is a term for gypsy. Ever seen the Guy Ritchie movie "Snatch?" In in, Brad Pitt plays an Irish Pikie and he mumbles all the time and it is kind of funny.

Jump to the Left said...

Yes, lassie, YES. You have texture, dammit. Laughter and tears at the same damn time! We call that range in these parts, ya silly thing, and you've got it.

And, Sam...
xxx

MarmiteToasty said...

Been out down Southsea for the best part of the day with 11 nippers I think it was lol.... its been like a summers day down the seafront as long as we was out of the wind..... :)..... jebus you lot would love our Southsea seafront :) - I bought ya a stick of rock each (like you know what that is LMFAO - oh and a postcard :) ) so if I aint got ya address and ya want either, then drop me a line :) xxxxxx

~((MrFab))~ *cough* ya must be talking about someone else buddy lol... Im just Mel :)...

A PIKIE IS A GYPO :) I might do a post about Nelson that use to live next door...RIP Nelson... and Toms matie Milie..... most dont trust pikies but I have known this family for nigh on 24 years and until they do something to make me think otherwise, I give them the wonderful respect that they have always given me :) - ya see, the pikies I know live in houses now :) but the tales Nelson use to share with me about his life on the old horse drawn PROPER PIKIE life are magical..... ya also see, they trust me to :).... me, Im a friend to all LOL xxxx

~(((Wendy)))~ Stellar? is that the moon and stars? LMFAO ;) and hush, Im just me....

And that was the last strong arms Ive had around me :( /sigh

Did I ever tell ya that me bestest matie Sharons hubby is a fireman up in London..... :)

Thats no yard/garden thats the little back slip where we park the cars and thats no post van LMFAO..... thats the fucking bloody minibus thats parks right opposite me back gates that belong to the people in the house on the main road, and if they dont move it within the next few weeks so Tom can get his car in the bottom of me garden proper, she might find it in flames one night :)..... hey I was told once by our local copper...... whatever ya do, just make sure NO WITNESSESS :) right Shark? Star? LOL xxxxxxxxxx

~((Starr))~ dam, and I was at the airport, I must of missed ya....... and hey, its only you that cant understand what I say lol oh and MrGreen on the phone lmfao xxx

~((pup))~ Spot on :) xx

MarmiteToasty said...

~((Jump))~ texture LMFAO..... ya aint suppose to laff or cry, ya just suppose to read and nod and say..... well thats life :) xx

MarmiteToasty said...

ps ((pup)) that Snatch film is great, so very very violent though but very true life...... and yes parts of it are so hilarious..... some people have such funny lives lol......... and it so aint hard to understand how they talks.....x

green libertarian said...

I
DON'T
KNOW
HOW
YOU
DO
IT!

(make me laugh hysterically sitting here in front of this computer, and then crying like a baby...)

/finally able to type after bawling my eyes out.

Being a bit a pyro myself, (recovering), first, I laughed so hard just seeing that picture of the chair burning, and your story of why it was set ablaze...fucking priceless. And I know all about finding places to dump things off, the right dumpsters in dark areas, where no one will see... And in college, we burned more than a few worn out couches from the frat house in the street, or in the vacant(after they tore town the drug houses) lot across the street. At one point there were 3 or four burned out carcasses of couches over there.

Every crimbo, we'd nip a tree from one of the x-mas tree lots...never pay for one, of course, and for New Years Eve, always a huge party at the House, we would haul the tree out to the street and burn it right after midnight (after the NY kisses, of course). Scariest thing ever, barely takes a spark to set a dried out xmas tree ablaze, and within 15 seconds the whole thing is a fireball with flames shooting up twice as high as the tree itself, sparks and flaming cinders flying everywhere. But generally speaking, no, in town, you can't just burn stuff, cripes the air pollution, you know?

Oh I shouldn't go on... we also used to have a huge bonfire on campus at the (American) football game Homecoming...

And we boys would go out the desert and build fires, but the goal was to figure out what basic household product, hair spray, oil, whatever, when placed in the midst of the fire would explode with the greatest force. Winner? WD-40, a lubricant, (shut up, not that kind of lube), a 16 oz. can of it blew up and complete obliterated the fire, just like how they put out oil fires, they explode something in the fire and the the explosion burns all the oxygen away, and puts out the oil fire. When the guys' started getting into pipe bombs, well that was it for me. (true, NSA). Then there was the five-gallon plastic water bottle we filled from an oxyacetiline welding torch...that one blew out a few windows in the back of the House, and I think lost some of my hearing from the deafening blast and shock wave.

I can only thank that fireman who SAVED YOUR LIFE that night, 'cause I'm sure that's true, and I can't begin to imagine what that must have been like, oh the horror, thinking your child is burning up, OMG, but your story was so real and heart rendering, and that's what had me bawling me eyes out.
God, Marmite. Your stories (your truth) and the way you tell them are so raw, so real, so emotional, so descriptive, it's like I'm watching a movie of it. You have an incredible gift. Shut up, you do too. I'd sign the same thing in AMSLAM if I were deaf.

Great other stories, all around, especially Shark.

JBelle said...

is there any room for an old friend in here? damn. this the most crowded place on the internet. wait! waitressssss!

shit.

eddie said...

Glad every one is alright, sounds like a wild nite

The Fool said...

Hi M-Toasty. Terrific tale...absolutely delightful. You have such a way in the telling. Ah fire and pyrotechnics...the basis of male identity...so, of course, I have many a tale to tell...it's bred in us...but I'm in the listener mode today, so I will bask in this unique contribution from the lady's auxillary. Great post, Marmie. And great contributions from the readers too!

Blaze on, Marmie.

:)

MarmiteToasty said...

~((Green))~ oh hush with the tears, you so aint crying lol...... I never know what Im gonna post, I just wait for a sign LMFAO...... and me fingers just type, its raw cos I never correct the spelling mistakes etc.... love ya xxx

~(((JBelle)))~ gawds sake...... xxxxxxxx

~((Eddie))~ :) yep, alls well that burns well LOL xx

~(((Foolie)))~ Delightful??? lady's auxillary??? ok ya lost me - oye its not just a bloke thing the pyros, cos I LOVE messing with fires....... we went to the burning of the wickerman one year at the Butser Ancient Farm...... gobsmacking amazing night..... I thought I had found 'me people' that night lol - I would love to hear some of your fire tales.....I love others stories.....

*still baffled about the absolutely delightful tale*?????

oh well, maybe its cos Im tired :) cos I dont get it? - hope your feeling a tad better? I worry about me maties ya know xxxxxxxxxx

MarmiteToasty said...

~((Green))~ I LOVED reading your fire tales :) and dumpster? LOL what a funny name for a 'skip' :) - and hey, I KNOW what WD40 is lmfao...... I dont live on mars ya know... I sprayed it on my Bens head once when he was little and he got his head stuck through the bannister rails LOL...... but thats another story :) xxxxxxx

ok.... its just before midnight here, and I should of been in bed hours ago...... one more day of work then I get a week off.... well running around after this lot aint really a week off, but it means I wont have to set me alarm for 6am :)......

Now ya all know about the fire rules so UNPLUG AND SWITCH OFF :)....

Fanks for stopping by and fanks for all your great stories.... its good to share somethings :) - loves ya xxxxxxxx

The Fool said...

Fire is always delightful from a testosterone point of view...and I'm a sop for happy endings...especially when it comes to kids. So - delightful. Yes, it is heart-wrenching and time-stopping at moments...but in the end...it is delightful. Two fires, safe kids, sparked neighbors, and an untold story of revenge. How delightful!!! Delightful, delightful, delightful. Yes, I think I used the right word. If not...it's still a great story...

:)

The Fool said...

...and Lady Auxillary flashed through the brainpan from Arlo Guthrie residue...it's a diddy written by his dad, Woody, that I've seen Arlo do in concert a couple of times. I have no clue as to why it flashed through now...remember, I'm on the mend. This is the 7th day of the iffies and bodily demons...I may be demented a bit by this point. On the mend, I hope...they gave me some funny pills...

MarmiteToasty said...

~((Foolie)))~ :) ok, I understand now I think, I was just to knackered last night to think straight lol....*cough* revenge? moi? LMFAO *evil grin*.....

*checking that them 'funny pills' aint horse tranquilisers lol..... hey I truely hope your on the mend, Im fit to drop today lol, just one more day to get through... just need to make it to 5pm :) then it dont matter so much, but I do know that tomorrow morning Im gonna have the muvver of all lay-ins :)

Sticking pins in me voodoo doll that me maties sent me from doodleland at crimbo..... now where to stick the pins to rid you of demons ;)....

Ive heard of that arlo blokie and woody, but I have no clue as to who they are or what they did lol...... told ya Im just a dinlo...... you posh intelligent maties leave me way behind :) (((Foolie)))) calming thoughts of a peaceful day Im sending you xxxxxxx

the psycho therapist said...

good morning, girlfriend.

:)

and how are you today?

:)

Me? oh, just spotty and chili coated, you know, the usual.

:)




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the psycho therapist said...

oh...I'm so sorry.

Please excuse me.

Would you care for any dick with your tea?


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Scots said...

OMG ... I have just found the bestest blog .. your tale and pics of your wee bonfire (hahah) made me laugh soooo much I was LMFAO with ya! Marmite huh .. you either love it or hate it ..... think I'm gonna love reading this one :o) x

MarmiteToasty said...

(((Maties)))) - just in from Porchester Castle with the nippers...... Ive laffed so much today that my sides ache, its detracted from the fact that I aint 100% well LMFAO...... just 1 hour and 17 minutes to go, then I get time off :) woo hooo.... I think the first thing Im gonna do is nick one of Bens ice cold lagers that I found lurking in the back of the fridge this morning :).....

~(((((((((((((Wendy))))))))))))~ hey you, yep a great way to start anyday, a bit of spotty dick and some of knobbys nuts ;) - Ive always like to suck on nuts LOL, and like the occasional spotted dick for breakfast.....great for dunking in ones cuppa tea a licking... hahhahahahah - ya know the others are gonna think we have totally lost it :) - like we're bovvered right? lol

Hope your day is running sweet..... you would of LOVED Porchester Castle today..... I would of loved it better without all the nippers in tow :) xxx

~Scots~ welcome to the mad house - how on earth did you find your way here?

Ya need to scroll back and read from the beginning to get a feel of the place....... :) mind you, if you do, then you will probably run for them there highlands.....

The Fool said...

***Happy M-Toasty Day!***

Woody was a minstrel, and Arlo is a son of a minstrel. Folk singer genes in their blood...the pulse and rhthm of humanity in their songs. Warm folks.

Hang in...and as for these pills I have..heh heh...let's see what the Doctor's ordered...perhaps a shot of Crown to swallow them down...

Scots said...

Hi Marmite

Dunno quite how I got here ... but now you've got me hooked!!! Have taken your advice and read back ..and far from running for them there hills .. as if .. I would collapse at the thought of running ... and a hill ffs ... treadmill at the gym stays flat!!! and I deffo walk ... not run!

OMG ... your twaddle reminds me of a lovely family and their adventures in the next village to me :o) lol mad as hatters they are but very good friends!! ... Not that I am suggesting you are a maddy PMSL - although they have yet to set fire to the neighbourhood LOL

Be back soon and thanx for the welcome x

Lynn said...

"What ya ringing me for?"

That sounds like something my 2nd ex-husband would have said in such a situation. That's because he is an asshole.

Damn, Marmie! I'm so glad your boy was not in there!! How awful that whole thing must have been for you.

ciara said...

damn, i must be well bloody mad cuz i read the whole bloody twaddler (or whatever u call it there lol). i can't even imagine that fear....i know i would've done the same thing ( prob woulda looked like a freakin lunatic w all the cryin and screamin i would do). i can see ur x is a real 'prize' (notice the hint of sarcasm in my voice?). you're a good mama xoxo u don't need ur x tosser. ttyl matie xoxo

OrdinaryShark said...

OK Marm. I sent some pics in the cyber mail and I had to guess at you e-mail address because my computer won't open it from your blob bio and it took me a bloody long time just to download them and now I'm feeling paranoid because I posted a post on Wendy's bolb this morning and it isn't there and it's been a hell of a day and there was even more snow and I made queche but almost didn't have enough milk and I heard a guy on the radio say "You can't have your cake and eat it too" and why the hell not!! because what the fork good is a cake if you can't eat it and it you go eating cakes that's not yours you're gonna get pinched by the coppers and that's not the way my parents brought me up, no siree bob (not that Bob) so I've always really hated that stupid saying.
Sheesh.
You know what I mean?

MarmiteToasty said...

~(((Foolie)))~ *cough* I think you might find those tablets(pills) are supositories LOL *evil grin*

I LOVE some of the folk stuff...... and use to go to some of the folk evenings that was usually held in pubs..... now thats a thought, maybe I'll have a scout around and see if I can find a local folk night and go have a sing song..... I will look up the Guthrie mob :) - hope you on the mend xxxxxx

~Scots~ are you saying me and me family are mad hatters? are ya? are ya? you had better watch your mouth boy...... lol :) remember Scotland aint that far from me..... well not much, well ok it is..... :) - anyways welcome back.....

~((Lynn))~ Sigh..... Im sure it was some sort of test to me strength..... and I think might of failed that night...... xxxxx

~(((((((Shark))))))))~ ROTFLMRSSO@ your posting......

Taking your hand and sitting you down with a nice cup of tea and a crumpet(actually chucking the tea down the sink and opening a bottle of red), lobbing the crap quiche to the chickens, running you a hot bath full of bubbles, turning off the radio so you cant hear the hidden meanings of cake eaters, building the log fire real high so your all snuggly and you forget about the snow outside....... :)

There ya go, sorted...... after what seems like a stressfull day....... LMFAO....... :) xxxxxxx

ciara said...

i left a BLEEDIN comment and nary a mention? thx mel...and here i thought i was your favourite from the 'gloomies' lol speaking of the 'gloomies'...i gotta email you what happened to me...i have not gone in the 'gloomies' since :(

MarmiteToasty said...

~(((((((((Ciara)))))))))))) well bugger me :) - *cough* figure of speach that be lol - cripes welcome you old slagbag :)........ sorry - how the bloody hell did I miss that.........

Well fuck the gloomies :) - well except me handful of maties that is :) - ya can hang out here if ya like THESE ARE NORMAL PEOPLE :) - well all except PT peanut Foolie Shark JBelle Sidenote Green Jump - oh shit they're all loons but you KNOW what I mean :) xxxxxxxxxx

Moocee said...

OMG, I'm so sorry!
Psh I don't even know you just was googling random stuff and kinda got reading.
I'm so sorry bout it tho.
Remember everything that doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. <3

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