Frankie Rage

Well, I have never met him, but I did throw half a Kit Kat out of a helicopter over his place near Rye.

I think he did mention that Kit-Kat in an article!

Good.

 

 

 

By the way have you got a nice house, a nice car and a good job?

Wheer's me pills...

What about the Kelly lamp for the outside loo to stop the pipes and cistern from freezing.

Yep, I remember that!

Your point? :hihi:

No point!

Bloke eyes up bird: "mmm, nice eyes, nice bum, nice tits..."

Bird eyes up bloke: "mmm, nice car, nice house, good job..."

Women got too darned expensive, priced 'emselves out of the market!

My dad used to tear the newspapers up into squares and then string them up early on Saturday morning each week before the rest of us got up. He used to say he had bought them from R Swipe & Co. Mom wasn't best pleased at this but approved of the economy.

You can't beat a dolly tub and washboard, no sir.

airport or hairport? It does ring a bell with me.

Tumble dryer? Is that like a mangle? I'm getting too weak to turn the handle...

Any tips for recycling incontinence pads?

The Queen at Nottingham Races. She was having a flutter same as us owd lags. She had a flunky to put her bets on though. Nice hat.

If I weren't so frail I'd see the lot of you off!

p*** and ralgex

Thanks for popping round to see the owd git!

theres a funny smell of p*** round here

And not just p***!

Owd pants wi' 'oles in't wrong places tha means!

Meet thi in 'alf an 'our in Fitzallan Square!

Here we are again all dressed up and nowheer to go... sad innit!

Nothing sadder than an owd git!

Here's one we kids bellowed when rolling home from play,

As I was walking past The Ritz

I grabbed a woman by the elbow,

She said young man you've got some pluck

come inside and have a ham sandwich

threepence, sixpence, ninepence, a bob

all according to the size of your appetite!

As a nine year old in the early '60's I was paid the princely sum of half-a-crown a week for giving up all five lunchtimes to teach other children how to play the trumpet. This meant I had a quick sandwich then did an hours tutoring. On Friday afternoons when school ended I had to go down to the headmasters office where he would bellow, "well, what do you want boy, schools finished for the week!" I'd say, "I''ve come for my pay, headmaster". After looking at me quizically, he'd question who I'd taught that week and begrudgingly (it seemed to me..) hand over the two-and-a-tanner. Big money to the kids on my street. I was never short in those days!

Scouts were quite often "****-a-hoop" I hear tell... possibly following a bit of "High Cockalorum"...

8.30 pm here so U.K 1.30 what is a sad old git doing still up...

Saturday night and I just got paid

fool about money don't try to save

my heart says go, go have a time

it's saturday night and baby I feel fine

gonna rock it up, gonna shake it up,

gonna rip it up and have some fun tonight...

I met some of the chimps off the PG Tips ad's... more famous than most and a damn sight more interesting too!

Owd gits stay up late as the cramp keeps 'em awake, notwithstanding the eternal trips to the John!

Horseshoe on Sicey Ave.. I'd be about 15, got served though... (natch.. )