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UMRA birthday info for 4 June 2018
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Birthday Monitor
2018-06-04 06:06:10 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
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Sam Plusnet
2018-06-04 20:55:56 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?

It's only a small glass of lager, but I shall imbibe in his memory.
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Jenny M Benson
2018-06-04 21:18:27 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
Shirley it was Chankel who harassed train operators? Hesky floated
about in balloons, did he not?
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Btms
2018-06-05 06:34:58 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
Shirley it was Chankel who harassed train operators? Hesky floated
about in balloons, did he not?
Yes.
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Chris McMillan
2018-06-05 08:08:54 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
Shirley it was Chankel who harassed train operators? Hesky floated
about in balloons, did he not?
Yes, and yes.

Sincerely Chris
Sam Plusnet
2018-06-05 21:36:40 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
Shirley it was Chankel who harassed train operators? Hesky floated
about in balloons, did he not?
Yes, and yes.
Sincerely Chris
<hangs head in shame whilst blaming the lager>
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Rosalind Mitchell
2018-06-04 22:09:35 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
It was Chankel, not Heskey, wot harassed train operators.

Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so. He was an all-round nice guy and
was responsible for the UMRA mugs, of which I still have mine.
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It's only a small glass of lager, but I shall imbibe in his memory.
Sid Nuncius
2018-06-05 06:51:19 UTC
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Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so.
<beam>
I'm delighted to see the proper protocol being observed, Rosie.

Horace Batchelor died over 40 years ago, and so many of us *still* do
that as a reflex. It's immortality of a sort, I suppose - that and
joining the Zebra Kid on percussion, of course.
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LFS
2018-06-05 08:05:02 UTC
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Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so.
<beam>
I'm delighted to see the proper protocol being observed, Rosie.
Horace Batchelor died over 40 years ago, and so many of us *still* do
that as a reflex.
Gosh, yes. I had a university friend who lived there and found it deeply
irritating that everyone spelled it out.

It's immortality of a sort, I suppose

But once the generation that listened to 208 (your station of the stars)
is gone, it will all be forgotten.

- that and
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joining the Zebra Kid on percussion, of course.
:)
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Chris McMillan
2018-06-05 18:27:40 UTC
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Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so.
<beam>
I'm delighted to see the proper protocol being observed, Rosie.
Horace Batchelor died over 40 years ago, and so many of us *still* do
that as a reflex.
Gosh, yes. I had a university friend who lived there and found it deeply
irritating that everyone spelled it out.
Bother in law lived there, fortunately he doesn’t live in the UK now so his
descendants don’t know about it.

Sincerely Chris
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It's immortality of a sort, I suppose
But once the generation that listened to 208 (your station of the stars)
is gone, it will all be forgotten.
- that and
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joining the Zebra Kid on percussion, of course.
:)
Sally Thompson
2018-06-05 08:10:59 UTC
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Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so.
<beam>
I'm delighted to see the proper protocol being observed, Rosie.
Horace Batchelor died over 40 years ago, and so many of us *still* do
that as a reflex. It's immortality of a sort, I suppose - that and
joining the Zebra Kid on percussion, of course.
One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.

Down, Britters!
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Sally in Shropshire, UK
Vicky Ayech
2018-06-05 08:15:44 UTC
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On 5 Jun 2018 08:10:59 GMT, Sally Thompson
Post by Sid Nuncius
Post by Rosalind Mitchell
Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so.
<beam>
I'm delighted to see the proper protocol being observed, Rosie.
Horace Batchelor died over 40 years ago, and so many of us *still* do
that as a reflex. It's immortality of a sort, I suppose - that and
joining the Zebra Kid on percussion, of course.
One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.
Down, Britters!
BTN. Sally and britters should take it to email if they want to be
murky and indulge in erotic exchanges online..
Jenny M Benson
2018-06-05 10:30:47 UTC
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One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.
Down, Britters!
BTN. Sally and britters should take it to email if they want to be
murky and indulge in erotic exchanges online..
You have a MV mind, Vicky! BTN refused.
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Jenny M Benson
http://jennygenes.blogspot.co.uk/
Sally Thompson
2018-06-05 10:53:26 UTC
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One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.
Down, Britters!
BTN. Sally and britters should take it to email if they want to be
murky and indulge in erotic exchanges online..
You have a MV mind, Vicky! BTN refused.
Quite right too! The very idea!
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Sally in Shropshire, UK
Vicky Ayech
2018-06-05 11:03:35 UTC
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On 5 Jun 2018 10:53:26 GMT, Sally Thompson
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One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.
Down, Britters!
BTN. Sally and britters should take it to email if they want to be
murky and indulge in erotic exchanges online..
You have a MV mind, Vicky! BTN refused.
Quite right too! The very idea!
SNIFFFF!
BrritSki
2018-06-05 16:35:56 UTC
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Post by Sally Thompson
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Post by Sally Thompson
One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.
Down, Britters!
BTN. Sally and britters should take it to email if they want to be
murky and indulge in erotic exchanges online..
You have a MV mind, Vicky! BTN refused.
Quite right too! The very idea!
Harrumph ! I withdraw my errrm, remark of a few seconds ago...
BrritSki
2018-06-05 16:34:35 UTC
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On 5 Jun 2018 08:10:59 GMT, Sally Thompson
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Post by Sid Nuncius
Post by Rosalind Mitchell
Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so.
<beam>
I'm delighted to see the proper protocol being observed, Rosie.
Horace Batchelor died over 40 years ago, and so many of us *still* do
that as a reflex. It's immortality of a sort, I suppose - that and
joining the Zebra Kid on percussion, of course.
One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.
Down, Britters!
BTN. Sally and britters should take it to email if they want to be
murky and indulge in erotic exchanges online..
She's holding a torch for me Vicky ;)
Sally Thompson
2018-06-05 18:49:52 UTC
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On 5 Jun 2018 08:10:59 GMT, Sally Thompson
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Post by Rosalind Mitchell
Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so.
<beam>
I'm delighted to see the proper protocol being observed, Rosie.
Horace Batchelor died over 40 years ago, and so many of us *still* do
that as a reflex. It's immortality of a sort, I suppose - that and
joining the Zebra Kid on percussion, of course.
One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.
Down, Britters!
BTN. Sally and britters should take it to email if they want to be
murky and indulge in erotic exchanges online..
She's holding a torch for me Vicky ;)
Oh, is that a torch? I thought you were pleased to see me.
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Sally in Shropshire, UK
BrritSki
2018-06-06 06:02:06 UTC
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On 5 Jun 2018 08:10:59 GMT, Sally Thompson
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Post by Rosalind Mitchell
Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so.
<beam>
I'm delighted to see the proper protocol being observed, Rosie.
Horace Batchelor died over 40 years ago, and so many of us *still* do
that as a reflex. It's immortality of a sort, I suppose - that and
joining the Zebra Kid on percussion, of course.
One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.
Down, Britters!
BTN. Sally and britters should take it to email if they want to be
murky and indulge in erotic exchanges online..
She's holding a torch for me Vicky ;)
Oh, is that a torch? I thought you were pleased to see me.
ROFL
Sam Plusnet
2018-06-05 21:38:41 UTC
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On 5 Jun 2018 08:10:59 GMT, Sally Thompson
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Post by Sid Nuncius
Post by Rosalind Mitchell
Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so.
<beam>
I'm delighted to see the proper protocol being observed, Rosie.
Horace Batchelor died over 40 years ago, and so many of us *still* do
that as a reflex.  It's immortality of a sort, I suppose - that and
joining the Zebra Kid on percussion, of course.
One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.
Down, Britters!
BTN. Sally and britters should take it to email if they want to be
murky and indulge in erotic exchanges online..
She's holding a torch for me Vicky   ;)
My Gran had one of those lamps.
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Sam Plusnet
Fenny
2018-06-05 21:46:59 UTC
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On 5 Jun 2018 08:10:59 GMT, Sally Thompson
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Post by Rosalind Mitchell
Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so.
<beam>
I'm delighted to see the proper protocol being observed, Rosie.
Horace Batchelor died over 40 years ago, and so many of us *still* do
that as a reflex.  It's immortality of a sort, I suppose - that and
joining the Zebra Kid on percussion, of course.
One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.
Down, Britters!
BTN. Sally and britters should take it to email if they want to be
murky and indulge in erotic exchanges online..
She's holding a torch for me Vicky   ;)
My Gran had one of those lamps.
Red?
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Fenny
Sam Plusnet
2018-06-06 00:26:21 UTC
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On 5 Jun 2018 08:10:59 GMT, Sally Thompson
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Post by Rosalind Mitchell
Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so.
<beam>
I'm delighted to see the proper protocol being observed, Rosie.
Horace Batchelor died over 40 years ago, and so many of us *still* do
that as a reflex.  It's immortality of a sort, I suppose - that and
joining the Zebra Kid on percussion, of course.
One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.
Down, Britters!
BTN. Sally and britters should take it to email if they want to be
murky and indulge in erotic exchanges online..
She's holding a torch for me Vicky   ;)
My Gran had one of those lamps.
Red?
Nooo. My Gran was very Victorian and respectable.

Sort of old gold with lots of the finish rubbed off.

Not Statue of Liberty, since I think there was rather less clothing
involved. Very French.[1]

[1] Yes. I know the S of L _was_ French, but this looked rather more
Gay Paree than New York Harbour.
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Sam Plusnet
Sid Nuncius
2018-06-06 06:39:04 UTC
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My Gran had one of those lamps.
Red?
Nooo.  My Gran was very Victorian and respectable.
Sort of old gold with lots of the finish rubbed off.
IRTA "old goat".

Sorry. I'll get me goat.
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Sid (Make sure Matron is away when you reply)
BrritSki
2018-06-06 14:38:11 UTC
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My Gran had one of those lamps.
Red?
Nooo.  My Gran was very Victorian and respectable.
Sort of old gold with lots of the finish rubbed off.
IRTA "old goat".
Sorry.  I'll get me goat.
Very tricky, rubbing off a goat...
Fenny
2018-06-06 17:07:46 UTC
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On Wed, 6 Jun 2018 16:38:11 +0200, BrritSki
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My Gran had one of those lamps.
Red?
Nooo.  My Gran was very Victorian and respectable.
Sort of old gold with lots of the finish rubbed off.
IRTA "old goat".
Sorry.  I'll get me goat.
Very tricky, rubbing off a goat...
Lyndy probably has some tips.
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Fenny
Sam Plusnet
2018-06-06 22:30:09 UTC
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My Gran had one of those lamps.
Red?
Nooo.  My Gran was very Victorian and respectable.
Sort of old gold with lots of the finish rubbed off.
IRTA "old goat".
Sorry.  I'll get me goat.
A most capricious response.
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Sam Plusnet
Rosemary Miskin
2018-06-05 10:21:02 UTC
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Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a 
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find it. 
Tune the school radio to 200 and hit firmly with the Complete Works of
Shakespeare which was kept on the shelf above.

Irritatingly, it got retuned to the Home Service every night so we could hear
the 8am news headlines over breakfast. And stand for the National Anthem
on royal anniversaries

Rosemary
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Rosalind Mitchell
2018-06-05 13:53:27 UTC
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Tune the school radio to 200 and hit firmly with the Complete Works of
Shakespeare which was kept on the shelf above.
The tutorials for my OU Romantic Poetry course were held in a downstairs
room at the LSE, which was very stuffy and the window wouldn't stay
open. I knew there was a use for The Prelude after all.
Chris McMillan
2018-06-05 18:27:47 UTC
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Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so.
<beam>
I'm delighted to see the proper protocol being observed, Rosie.
Horace Batchelor died over 40 years ago, and so many of us *still* do
that as a reflex. It's immortality of a sort, I suppose - that and
joining the Zebra Kid on percussion, of course.
One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.
Down, Britters!
Respect!

A small red transistor but not always used under the bedclothes. Boarding
school, more than one person in a room of four or six might have had a
better radio than me: certainly the Bush radio was a better thing than my
Dansette.

Sincerely Chris
Btms
2018-06-05 18:35:25 UTC
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Heskey was the first Umrat I met, in a pub in Keynsham (spelt K-E-Y-N
S-H-A-M) Keynsham in about 1997 or so.
<beam>
I'm delighted to see the proper protocol being observed, Rosie.
Horace Batchelor died over 40 years ago, and so many of us *still* do
that as a reflex. It's immortality of a sort, I suppose - that and
joining the Zebra Kid on percussion, of course.
One of my son’s first jobs was at Radio Luxembourg and he was more than a
little surprised to find that I knew all about it, and even where to find
it. Memories of a little red and white transistor under the bedclothes.
Down, Britters!
Respect!
A small red transistor but not always used under the bedclothes. Boarding
school, more than one person in a room of four or six might have had a
better radio than me: certainly the Bush radio was a better thing than my
Dansette.
Sincerely Chris
Hmmm......got to luv ‘er. Bless.
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SODAM
2018-06-04 22:53:28 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
It's only a small glass of lager, but I shall imbibe in his memory.
And likewise, I shall raise an umra mug of Pinot Grigio in Hesky’s memory.
Lovely bloke.
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SODAM
The thinking umrat’s choice for editor
Btms
2018-06-05 06:34:58 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
It's only a small glass of lager, but I shall imbibe in his memory.
And likewise, I shall raise an umra mug of Pinot Grigio in Hesky’s memory.
Lovely bloke.
Let’s toast him with cider. There is plenty for all.
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BTMS - Equine Advisor Extraordinaire.
Chris McMillan
2018-06-05 08:08:55 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
It's only a small glass of lager, but I shall imbibe in his memory.
And likewise, I shall raise an umra mug of Pinot Grigio in Hesky’s memory.
Lovely bloke.
Not forgetting the washing machine adventure, SODAM

Sincerely Chris
Mike
2018-06-05 07:56:03 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
It's only a small glass of lager, but I shall imbibe in his memory.
It was Chankle who harassed the rail co. Charles Hankle lived in or on the
Wirral or Pudlian are; Heskey was unpronounceable in Wales. RIP both of
course, much missed.
--
Toodle Pip
Chris McMillan
2018-06-05 08:09:01 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
It's only a small glass of lager, but I shall imbibe in his memory.
It was Chankle who harassed the rail co. Charles Hankle lived in or on the
Wirral or Pudlian are; Heskey was unpronounceable in Wales. RIP both of
course, much missed.
Still have the tee shirts and I have my peaked cap.

Sincerely Chris
Vicky Ayech
2018-06-05 08:13:23 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
It's only a small glass of lager, but I shall imbibe in his memory.
It was Chankle who harassed the rail co. Charles Hankle lived in or on the
Wirral or Pudlian are; Heskey was unpronounceable in Wales. RIP both of
course, much missed.
I think it would be nice to have one of those nice wooden boards with
a list of names of past umrats and their dates. We could keep it in
the chocolate locker. Or maybe in the snug in The Bull.
Penny
2018-06-05 09:37:59 UTC
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On Tue, 05 Jun 2018 07:56:03 GMT, Mike <***@ntlworld.com> scrawled
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
It's only a small glass of lager, but I shall imbibe in his memory.
It was Chankle who harassed the rail co. Charles Hankle lived in or on the
Wirral or Pudlian are; Heskey was unpronounceable in Wales. RIP both of
course, much missed.
Unpronounceable?
I once had a minimally addressed birthday card from my SiL* arrive late
having travelled from Whitstable via Newcastle and Tredegar before finally
arriving in Bredgar, Kent.

Heskey chauffeured me to my first BBQ. He also used to chase eclipses
around the world.

*She never did get the hang of post codes.
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Penny
Annoyed by The Archers since 1959
Jane Vernon
2018-06-05 10:20:57 UTC
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Heskey chauffeured me to my first BBQ. He also used to chase eclipses
around the world.
He chauffeured me to one once as well. I was amused by his packing
list, which he'd left in the space between the seats. It read something
like:

garden chairs
jumper
beer
Jane Vernon
burgers
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Jane
The Potter in the Purple socks - to reply, please remove PURPLE
BTME

http://www.clothandclay.co.uk/umra/cookbook.htm - Umrats' recipes
Chris McMillan
2018-06-05 18:27:55 UTC
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Heskey chauffeured me to my first BBQ. He also used to chase eclipses
around the world.
He chauffeured me to one once as well. I was amused by his packing
list, which he'd left in the space between the seats. It read something
garden chairs
jumper
beer
Jane Vernon
burgers
Rotflmao!

Sincerely Chris
Chris McMillan
2018-06-05 18:27:54 UTC
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Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
It's only a small glass of lager, but I shall imbibe in his memory.
It was Chankle who harassed the rail co. Charles Hankle lived in or on the
Wirral or Pudlian are; Heskey was unpronounceable in Wales. RIP both of
course, much missed.
Unpronounceable?
I once had a minimally addressed birthday card from my SiL* arrive late
having travelled from Whitstable via Newcastle and Tredegar before finally
arriving in Bredgar, Kent.
Heskey chauffeured me to my first BBQ. He also used to chase eclipses
around the world.
*She never did get the hang of post codes.
I’d forgotten about the eclipse chasing. I must look at the photos I took
at Hesky’s funeral to see where we were in Wales. Michelle took me.

Sincerely Chris
Penny
2018-06-05 23:02:01 UTC
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in the dust...
Post by Mike
Post by Sam Plusnet
Post by Birthday Monitor
Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
It's only a small glass of lager, but I shall imbibe in his memory.
It was Chankle who harassed the rail co. Charles Hankle lived in or on the
Wirral or Pudlian are; Heskey was unpronounceable in Wales. RIP both of
course, much missed.
Unpronounceable?
I once had a minimally addressed birthday card from my SiL* arrive late
having travelled from Whitstable via Newcastle and Tredegar before finally
arriving in Bredgar, Kent.
Heskey chauffeured me to my first BBQ. He also used to chase eclipses
around the world.
*She never did get the hang of post codes.
I’d forgotten about the eclipse chasing. I must look at the photos I took
at Hesky’s funeral to see where we were in Wales. Michelle took me.
I realised after sending it, my apparently unrelated story may have been a
bit cryptic. I believe Heskey lived in Tredegar (I still can't figure out
why the woman on the regional news pronounces it as if it were spelt
Tredigar) but it may have been in a nearby village.
--
Penny
Annoyed by The Archers since 1959
Sam Plusnet
2018-06-06 00:33:54 UTC
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in the dust...
Post by Mike
Post by Sam Plusnet
Post by Birthday Monitor
Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
It's only a small glass of lager, but I shall imbibe in his memory.
It was Chankle who harassed the rail co. Charles Hankle lived in or on the
Wirral or Pudlian are; Heskey was unpronounceable in Wales. RIP both of
course, much missed.
Unpronounceable?
I once had a minimally addressed birthday card from my SiL* arrive late
having travelled from Whitstable via Newcastle and Tredegar before finally
arriving in Bredgar, Kent.
Heskey chauffeured me to my first BBQ. He also used to chase eclipses
around the world.
*She never did get the hang of post codes.
I’d forgotten about the eclipse chasing. I must look at the photos I took
at Hesky’s funeral to see where we were in Wales. Michelle took me.
I realised after sending it, my apparently unrelated story may have been a
bit cryptic. I believe Heskey lived in Tredegar (I still can't figure out
why the woman on the regional news pronounces it as if it were spelt
Tredigar) but it may have been in a nearby village.
I'm pretty sure it was further east. Wolves Newton or Shirenewton or
somewhere around there.[1]

Wolves Newton is renowned, in our house, as a place which does not exist.
We spotted the road sign announcing our imminent arrival there -
followed some time later by the (back of the) road sign announcing our
departure from that place - without actually encountering Wolves Newton
in any way shape or form.

Brigadoon is an imposter.
--
Sam Plusnet
Jenny M Benson
2018-06-06 08:57:46 UTC
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Wolves Newton is renowned, in our house, as a place which does not exist.
We spotted the road sign announcing our imminent arrival there -
followed some time later by the (back of the) road sign announcing our
departure from that place - without actually encountering Wolves Newton
in any way shape or form.
Brigadoon is an imposter.
Hindringham in Norfolk is known to my daughter and I as Brigadoon
because we became convinced, the first time we tried to go there, that
it must exist only occasionally.
--
Jenny M Benson
http://jennygenes.blogspot.co.uk/
Chris McMillan
2018-06-07 17:10:15 UTC
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On Tue, 05 Jun 2018 18:27:54 GMT, Chris McMillan
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in the dust...
Post by Mike
Post by Sam Plusnet
Post by Birthday Monitor
Birthday News for today, 4 June: Karen Barford and Peter Hesketh RIP
(last post 08/00).
Is it really so long since Hesky harassed train operators?
It's only a small glass of lager, but I shall imbibe in his memory.
It was Chankle who harassed the rail co. Charles Hankle lived in or on the
Wirral or Pudlian are; Heskey was unpronounceable in Wales. RIP both of
course, much missed.
Unpronounceable?
I once had a minimally addressed birthday card from my SiL* arrive late
having travelled from Whitstable via Newcastle and Tredegar before finally
arriving in Bredgar, Kent.
Heskey chauffeured me to my first BBQ. He also used to chase eclipses
around the world.
*She never did get the hang of post codes.
I’d forgotten about the eclipse chasing. I must look at the photos I took
at Hesky’s funeral to see where we were in Wales. Michelle took me.
I realised after sending it, my apparently unrelated story may have been a
bit cryptic. I believe Heskey lived in Tredegar (I still can't figure out
why the woman on the regional news pronounces it as if it were spelt
Tredigar) but it may have been in a nearby village.
I'm pretty sure it was further east. Wolves Newton or Shirenewton or
somewhere around there.[1]
Wolves Newton is renowned, in our house, as a place which does not exist.
We spotted the road sign announcing our imminent arrival there -
followed some time later by the (back of the) road sign announcing our
departure from that place - without actually encountering Wolves Newton
in any way shape or form.
Brigadoon is an imposter.
My photos were scanned ones, I didn’t label them on my Flickr feed.

Sincerely Chris

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