FlyTheNest

Fence:a barrier, railing, or other upright structure, typically of wood or wire, enclosing an area of ground to prevent access to rib crushing and head damage by trees.

Those hills and mountains in the background are the Cheviots.

Spot the grasshopper.

Never go here for food.

The menu said 'Crispy chicken' in a baguette, but when it came it was a chopped up and mashed chicken burger shovelled into a half frozen bit of pretend french bread.

I'd have complained but the barmaid looked like she could kick my arse.

Presume same place:-


"Singularly one of the worst pubs I have ever had the misfortune to go into."


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Then again it still "survives"

Just entered next years half marathon,funny enough.I used to do ever year when living in Liverpool,you used to have to change at Hoole.Will avoid eating there.

What I like is to be able to go home and realise I don't matter anymore.

You do.

Well thank you.

Isn't Yorkshire great?

This is a man with two broken ribs. Seriously that fucking hurts. I'm grinning because I'm up to my eyeballs in codeine and red wine. The wine you can see is a mere top up. Anyway here's the view I was looking at....

You could hear a cow fart from the other side of the valley it was so quiet.

I just want to say thank you,thank you for this wonderful thread. Its had me in fits of laughing and it's a long time since I did that. Thank you.

Lovely.
Probably tempting fate but despite my best efforts I have never broken any bones ,considering I hurtle about smoking on a bicycle in the countryside,somewhat lucky.I have had some spectacularly crashes into trees,walls,fences etc but got off with cuts and bruises and once concussion hitting a bus shelter that just appeared from nowhere.

Thank you JustMom, I wasn't really trying to be funny though. This my actual life.

Well then Hindle get yourself some kind of apparatus that can capture and store imagery and post it here. I'd like to see some of what you see as you hurtle around wherever the fuck you live having a fag.

You should really try vaping though, I've never looked back after nearly a year and it's costing me now about 3 quid a week.

Sky'sGoneOut wrote:Well then Hindle get yourself some kind of apparatus that can capture and store imagery and post it here. I'd like to see some of what you see as you hurtle around wherever the fuck you live having a fag.

You should really try vaping though, I've never looked back after nearly a year and it's costing me now about 3 quid a week.

May do,but not yet I have a shipment of tobacco coming in next week which through a long standing arrangement costs me nothing.Will look into taking pictures.

Honestly man try vaping, I smoked for 25 years and scoffed at anything that might take me away from my fags.

Then tried an ecig, a primitive rubbish one. And I've never smoked since.

I know where you are coming from but god's balls man I feel so much better.

Yes I have to walk around looking like a twat with what looks like a fucking sonic screwdriver shoved in my gob but I've never felt better. No hacking cough when I get up, none of that shit. Do yourself a favour my friend.

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Went here this week, although you can get a better sense of the place on youtube here (not my video).

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My friend Paul contemplates destroying Bradford.

I wasn't sure if these were real.



Turns out they are.

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I once had to rub vegetable oil into the wings of swans.

Honest to god.

There was a car crash on the bridge up river and the fire brigade sprayed a load of stuff around which breaks down oil.

You can see where this is going.

Downriver the swans began to sink.

So we caught them and rubbed Teso economy brand vegetable oil into their feathers.

This did not please them.

But it worked.

Look at that smug cunt.

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Is that last one some sort of modernist art, Sky?

I spent a couple of months in Bretton Hall while doing my utterly pointless degree, which just happens to now be Yorkshire Sculpture Park amongst other things.

And if I learned anything from my time there, and the art available for my perusal. It is that weird shit is cool. What your instincts may slag off as poncey nonsense can be beautiful and enlightening if you take the time to understand it.

Anyway I'll try again with that Youtube link.

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Well great, now I've worked out Youtube has added some new shit at the end that needs to be there.

Everything's fine then.

All is well.

Besides me thinking half the country are morons and after two decades of posting fucking leaflets (for the Lib Dems) I've had enough.

The left in this country is a mess.

I understand why your doing it but Corbyn will win you nothing.

Surely pragmatism has to kick in at some point.

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Once a goth always a goth...

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Sky'sGoneOut wrote:At least I didn't see any kids trying to catch digital monsters. Just horses and cows and sheep and an awesome scrapyard with and old BMW Touring Car that I was allowed to get in and pretend I was driving.

Snowshill Manor benefits from a display of Samurai warriors that the chap who owned the place ("Mr Wade") spontaneously purchased from a plumber's yard in Cirencester on a trip to purchase a washer for a tap.

That wine gave me the shits.

Thankfully shitting in a field and wiping your arse with leaves is fine in the middle of nowhere.

I think I may have horrified a horse but that was about it.

"There is a tree growing out of my head"


When you do a run,you get a goody back Andrex do an "on the move" version of products for such instances,what you are supposed to do with afterwards,I have no idea.

New York Marathon has,or did have the longest urinal in the World,half a mile long.

Horses regularly trot around here and I regularly stand on their efforts.

This is where I'm from.

So no pictures yet Hindle?

Come on, it can't just be me making a cunt of myself here.

Experimenting.

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Snowshill Manor benefits from a display of Samurai warriors that the chap who owned the place ("Mr Wade") spontaneously purchased from a plumber's yard in Cirencester on a trip to purchase a washer for a tap.

I see.

I remember a certain Mr Randolph Carter who tried to commune with ghouls.

I'm not sure how either is relevant but let's go with them both for a laugh.

Sorry Hindle that post was totally out of order.

I really can be a wanker sometimes.

That's Lindisfarne in the distance.

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Glorious.

Do what you like Hindle.

What makes you feel comfortable.

I still want some pictures though.

Sky'sGoneOut wrote:

Snowshill Manor benefits from a display of Samurai warriors that the chap who owned the place ("Mr Wade") spontaneously purchased from a plumber's yard in Cirencester on a trip to purchase a washer for a tap.

I see.

I remember a certain Mr Randolph Carter who tried to commune with ghouls.

I'm not sure how either is relevant but let's go with them both for a laugh.

And yet the meaning was so clear in my head.

Said warriors (metal) were in a generally unconstructed form in a heap under a tarpaulin (so the story goes) in a yard at the back of the plumbers merchant. Your reference to an awesome scrapyard somehow brought it to mind.

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Am late (as ever) but just spotted this. I visited Kelmscott Manor once (on the same visit as discovering the Snowshill Samurai Warriors), but spent many evenings at the Hyde Park Cinema. When I wasn't at the Poly disco. Or the (now lamented) Phonographique.

It's been a while since I lived in Hyde Park so haven't been to the Cinema for ages but am reliably informed that the mens toilets are still a crude concrete trough that stinks if you sit in the back rows.

Before I lived in Leeds I was in Newcastle and their indie cinema is wonderful, you can either go and see a film or get tea and cakes. In the evening it's even a bar for pretentious arseholes like us.

I guess the difference is the cinema in Newcastle is in the city centre whereas the one in Leeds is way off in student land.

Curiously however the Brudenell Social Club is nearby and that seems to have done well for itself.

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Awww isn't that lovely?