Today I'm neither Angry nor Happy about....

[thebish]

I'll join you in the angry thread if that motion doesn't get through and women bishops get blocked for another 5/10 years or however long it is...

you can go ahead and be cross then - cos once again - against the wishes of the bishops and clergy - those darned lay people have voted it out...

Democracy eh ?! It's a bugger when it doesn't go your way.

Still, it'll be asked gain in a few years time.

I wonder if, once it happens, whether it'll ever be re-asked then.

How do they get out of the kitchen, long enough to be a Bishop? Call me old fashioned, but it just doesn't seem feasible.

does it take much time being a bishop??

[bobo the clown]

I'll join you in the angry thread if that motion doesn't get through and women bishops get blocked for another 5/10 years or however long it is...

you can go ahead and be cross then - cos once again - against the wishes of the bishops and clergy - those darned lay people have voted it out...

Democracy eh ?! It's a bugger when it doesn't go your way.

Still, it'll be asked gain in a few years time.

I wonder if, once it happens, whether it'll ever be re-asked then.

How do they get out of the kitchen, long enough to be a Bishop? Call me old fashioned, but it just doesn't seem feasible.

does it take much time being a bishop??

It's all that moving on the diagonal.

[thebish]

It's all that moving on the diagonal.

haha - I mitre expected that from you!

[TANGODANCER]

[does it take much time being a bishop??

Nah. You get bags of free time on the internet.

[Worthy4England]

I'll join you in the angry thread if that motion doesn't get through and women bishops get blocked for another 5/10 years or however long it is...

you can go ahead and be cross then - cos once again - against the wishes of the bishops and clergy - those darned lay people have voted it out...

Democracy eh ?! It's a bugger when it doesn't go your way.

Still, it'll be asked gain in a few years time.

I wonder if, once it happens, whether it'll ever be re-asked then.

How do they get out of the kitchen, long enough to be a Bishop? Call me old fashioned, but it just doesn't seem feasible.

does it take much time being a bishop??

I think good ones, spend a lot of time at it.

[Wandering Willy]

You can't bash a woman bishop.

[Bijou Bob]

For some years now, I’ve been rather proud of an achievement of mine which has known no parallel. Travelling to a work meeting in a car chatting to colleagues with whom I had shared 5 pints of Guinness, a bottle of red and a large curry buffet the night before, I succeeded in having the car stopped on the hard shoulder and the evacuation of the vehicle in record time after silently emptying the gaseous contents of my large intestine into an enclosed space. Childish? Yes, but it still makes me chuckle.

Unsurpassable I thought. Until this morning. Following on a from a spectacularly good chicken and butter bean casserole last night, I filled the car up at Morrissons and took my place in the queue to pay. Feeling my stomach knot, I had that moment of brief panic I’m sure we all feel, between the moment the build up starts and the realisation that it has in fact, escaped silently. Some 20 seconds later, I heard a strange gagging noise behind me and a rapid shuffling of feet. Turning to see what the fuss was about, I caught a side view of a very pale lady hurtling towards the door covering her nose and mouth. Half way through the turn, I gagged myself a little when the full extent of the stench hit me.
A stand off then ensued, poor lady outside retching and the bloke behind me stuck between not wanting to move forward and being pushed by the ever growing queue of people trying to get in the door behind him. He wasn’t happy. The look on his face said something like “You f…… animal”. I smiled, ambled forward and paid my 25 quid, hearing a “…..f***s sake………” behind me from a bloke who was looking for a flapjack in the space I had just vacated.

I’m not happy about this, I’m not sad. I just feel rather proud. 40 odd years old and toilet humour still makes me smile.

[Lost Leopard Spot]

For some years now, I’ve been rather proud of an achievement of mine which has known no parallel. Travelling to a work meeting in a car chatting to colleagues with whom I had shared 5 pints of Guinness, a bottle of red and a large curry buffet the night before, I succeeded in having the car stopped on the hard shoulder and the evacuation of the vehicle in record time after silently emptying the gaseous contents of my large intestine into an enclosed space. Childish? Yes, but it still makes me chuckle.

Unsurpassable I thought. Until this morning. Following on a from a spectacularly good chicken and butter bean casserole last night, I filled the car up at Morrissons and took my place in the queue to pay. Feeling my stomach knot, I had that moment of brief panic I’m sure we all feel, between the moment the build up starts and the realisation that it has in fact, escaped silently. Some 20 seconds later, I heard a strange gagging noise behind me and a rapid shuffling of feet. Turning to see what the fuss was about, I caught a side view of a very pale lady hurtling towards the door covering her nose and mouth. Half way through the turn, I gagged myself a little when the full extent of the stench hit me.
A stand off then ensued, poor lady outside retching and the bloke behind me stuck between not wanting to move forward and being pushed by the ever growing queue of people trying to get in the door behind him. He wasn’t happy. The look on his face said something like “You f…… animal”. I smiled, ambled forward and paid my 25 quid, hearing a “…..f***s sake………” behind me from a bloke who was looking for a flapjack in the space I had just vacated.

I’m not happy about this, I’m not sad. I just feel rather proud. 40 odd years old and toilet humour still makes me smile.

You f....... animal. I only inflict that sort of thing on my missus. She doesn't need sleeping pills, I gas her unconscious.

[CrazyHorse]

For some years now, I’ve been rather proud of an achievement of mine which has known no parallel. Travelling to a work meeting in a car chatting to colleagues with whom I had shared 5 pints of Guinness, a bottle of red and a large curry buffet the night before, I succeeded in having the car stopped on the hard shoulder and the evacuation of the vehicle in record time after silently emptying the gaseous contents of my large intestine into an enclosed space. Childish? Yes, but it still makes me chuckle.

Unsurpassable I thought. Until this morning. Following on a from a spectacularly good chicken and butter bean casserole last night, I filled the car up at Morrissons and took my place in the queue to pay. Feeling my stomach knot, I had that moment of brief panic I’m sure we all feel, between the moment the build up starts and the realisation that it has in fact, escaped silently. Some 20 seconds later, I heard a strange gagging noise behind me and a rapid shuffling of feet. Turning to see what the fuss was about, I caught a side view of a very pale lady hurtling towards the door covering her nose and mouth. Half way through the turn, I gagged myself a little when the full extent of the stench hit me.
A stand off then ensued, poor lady outside retching and the bloke behind me stuck between not wanting to move forward and being pushed by the ever growing queue of people trying to get in the door behind him. He wasn’t happy. The look on his face said something like “You f…… animal”. I smiled, ambled forward and paid my 25 quid, hearing a “…..f***s sake………” behind me from a bloke who was looking for a flapjack in the space I had just vacated.

I’m not happy about this, I’m not sad. I just feel rather proud. 40 odd years old and toilet humour still makes me smile.

You are Big Fat Rob what I worked with in the 90s and I claim my £5 worth of air freshener.

[bobo the clown]

I just hope is was gas only.

The thought of the taupe chino's with a large brown stain of which you are, initially, unaware is far from edifying.

[Bruce Rioja]

Crop dusting is one of my favourite pastimes

crop dusting
Passing gas in a stealthy manor, usually while walking through a crowd or a group, so that someone else gets blamed for the stench, or at the very least people besides the assailant must suffer it.

[Lost Leopard Spot]

Crop dusting is one of my favourite pastimes

crop dusting
Passing gas in a stealth manor, usually while walking through a crowd or a group, so that someone else gets blamed for the stench, or at the very least people besides the assailent must suffer it.

.....best one I've heard it called is "Opening Dracula's coffin"

[Annoyed Grunt]

For some years now, I’ve been rather proud of an achievement of mine which has known no parallel. Travelling to a work meeting in a car chatting to colleagues with whom I had shared 5 pints of Guinness, a bottle of red and a large curry buffet the night before, I succeeded in having the car stopped on the hard shoulder and the evacuation of the vehicle in record time after silently emptying the gaseous contents of my large intestine into an enclosed space. Childish? Yes, but it still makes me chuckle.

Unsurpassable I thought. Until this morning. Following on a from a spectacularly good chicken and butter bean casserole last night, I filled the car up at Morrissons and took my place in the queue to pay. Feeling my stomach knot, I had that moment of brief panic I’m sure we all feel, between the moment the build up starts and the realisation that it has in fact, escaped silently. Some 20 seconds later, I heard a strange gagging noise behind me and a rapid shuffling of feet. Turning to see what the fuss was about, I caught a side view of a very pale lady hurtling towards the door covering her nose and mouth. Half way through the turn, I gagged myself a little when the full extent of the stench hit me.
A stand off then ensued, poor lady outside retching and the bloke behind me stuck between not wanting to move forward and being pushed by the ever growing queue of people trying to get in the door behind him. He wasn’t happy. The look on his face said something like “You f…… animal”. I smiled, ambled forward and paid my 25 quid, hearing a “…..f***s sake………” behind me from a bloke who was looking for a flapjack in the space I had just vacated.

I’m not happy about this, I’m not sad. I just feel rather proud. 40 odd years old and toilet humour still makes me smile.

Brilliant

[Gary the Enfield]

Silent tears of laughter in my office.......

[Little Green Man]

A colleague phoned me up just after 11 tonight to ask if I could meet him at work so I could let him in to retrieve his wallet.

I stopped off at the pub on the way back for a large glass of Malbec which might just explain why I can't be arsed to get angry about it.

[TANGODANCER]

Just amazed. (I know I shouldn't be) Three houses in our road have started putting Christmas lights up. One house has the Christmas tree up too. It's still November?

[truewhite15]

Just amazed. (I know I shouldn't be) Three houses in our road have started putting Christmas lights up. One house has the Christmas tree up too. It's still November?

There were people putting them up two weeks ago. This calls for an angry thread moment...

[Gooner Girl]

I'll join you in the angry thread if that motion doesn't get through and women bishops get blocked for another 5/10 years or however long it is...

you can go ahead and be cross then - cos once again - against the wishes of the bishops and clergy - those darned lay people have voted it out...

Democracy eh ?! It's a bugger when it doesn't go your way.

Still, it'll be asked gain in a few years time.

I wonder if, once it happens, whether it'll ever be re-asked then.

How do they get out of the kitchen, long enough to be a Bishop? Call me old fashioned, but it just doesn't seem feasible.

Cheeky git.

[bobo the clown]

I'll join you in the angry thread if that motion doesn't get through and women bishops get blocked for another 5/10 years or however long it is...

you can go ahead and be cross then - cos once again - against the wishes of the bishops and clergy - those darned lay people have voted it out...

Democracy eh ?! It's a bugger when it doesn't go your way.

Still, it'll be asked gain in a few years time.

I wonder if, once it happens, whether it'll ever be re-asked then.

How do they get out of the kitchen, long enough to be a Bishop? Call me old fashioned, but it just doesn't seem feasible.

Cheeky git.

Microwave meals I guess.

[Bruce Rioja]

I've got my first Christmas dinner this coming Monday. I haven't even thought about blimmin Christmas yet.