General Chat

John, you've made me laugh before I head for my bed :-D :-D :-D

Don't think Hayley is talking about you, Walter!!

You have been very funny imho :-D ;-)

*Rolls eyes* - and, there's me, been trying to cut the mustard ALL evening ;-) :-D

I agree Sue Suzannes and Mr Daffs posts have been very funny and a good laugh to read others just dont seem to cut the mustard, where as the previous said trio have worked off each others post, and worked together in unison, one other hasnt and just ignored them and going off on a different direction with his own agenda so waste of time reading his, unfunny and not relevant :-D

I agree Susan - she certainly has a very vivid imagination and is obviously a first-class goatie teller (aka porkie, depending where you are) :-S ;-) :-D

take me to them MRDAFF

My dogs eaten most of mine,(he has a knicker problem.i blame his age)

:-D :-D :-D

heaven help us....I bet she has joined the GR writers club......there will be no stopping her now :-(

Suzanne, during my recent sojourn on the Brecon's, I came across a skimpy pair of red nether garments, with hearts stitched into the gusset ((though I must admit, I didn't investigate too closely as there was a rather belligerent ram staring me out as said garment appeared to be attached to 'one of his flock' ) :-S
If they be yours, I know where they are !! ?? ;-)

this thread started as quite a serious debate about language,we all had our say,and then someone had the bright idea to turn it into a funny banter thread..

ive found this thread very amusing and quite tiring at times,what with my journey to Bangor and sleeping in a layby ,and although ive suffered from terrible nightmares where im getting chased through the valleys by a goat wearing red frilly drawers,its all been good.

so i thank you all for giving me a laugh,its been a nice change :-D

Beth is indeed a ladies name, but the old guy was mumbling and spluttering a bit, and the quivering sheep was not helping, adding the odd bleat or two. Perhaps I just caught the beginning of a sentence ? Maybe it could have been the beginning of 'bethesda fod yn drugarog' - who knows?.....maybe Sue has opened her package now and that may give a clue ???
:-D ;-)

Beth is a ladies name, MrD. Men's names include Pugh (pronounced pwy) and Sid (who sits in the North and should in the south).

I think it might be brother of Dai Pipi-yn-y-Gwely. He is an old chap known as Bert Keene-Galloo. Very easy to mishear Bert for Beth if you have red knickers stuffed in your ears.

Started a socks thread elsewhere. Just shows that we need to copywrite all of this. Goats, knickers, socks, sheep and bushes are what made Sue's thread what it is today :-D :-D

Call in Mr Daff, you going to come past me at some stage :-D

Hubby always has the kettle ready for a cuppa.
Don't drink tea myself , but he can do a good coffee brew too :-)

Note ....( he does the hot beverages )..there's always cold available too !

In Llangyridr, heading south. Should reach Beaufort by suppertime !!

Spent a restless night with a flock of nervous sheep, where my stretched onsie's feet at least came in useful.

Also now have a quite fetching woollen codpiece to keep out the worst of the chill.

Was almost knocked down near Brecon though, some strange guy in a Roller that was being chased by a Wickerman who was wearing red panties!!!
Shortly before that, some 'local' called Beth (I think) tried to flog me bulls pizzle for a fiver!! When I explained I didn't have any batteries, he wandered off muttering.... Funny people around here....

In hindsight, I should have gone back to Pwll' and picked up that nice car I'd borrowed. Still, someone else can probably make use of it now - left the keys in for Sue, but obviously that was a wasted effort......

Might try thumbing a lift,though not really dressed for it !! :-D :-D :-D

Total admiration, Sue. No wonder this thread is so long. Duty far and beyond the call of duty.

I know the farm. He is a friendly chap called Dafydd ab Euryn. Dai Pipi-yn y-Gwely is nickname in those parts.

Caws, for those who have not got a dictionary, is "sweetbreads". You have them on toast and it is called Welsh rarebit ;-)

*crawls on all fours onto thread at silly o bloody clock*

Can't I trust you lot to amuse each other for a couple of hours?

I was recovering from MrDaff sending me miles the wrong way looking for a blasted car. Turning 180 degrees as ordered and I ended up near a farmhouse that was still standing.

I timidly knocked on the huge oak door (mildy thinking that if nobody lived there a quick trip over the weekend would secure us a posher entrance than the plastic job we have now).

No such luck, the door creaked open inwards and I was faced with a ruddy cheeked farmer type with a hunk of caws in one hand and a scared looking sheep on a lead in the other.

Beth? he grunted, obviously not a man of many words. I hesitated should I address him in Welsh, English, Wenglish or scouse?

I decided it might be in my best interests to use sign language ;-) apparently I got a couple of words wrong. He said something in North Walian and held his hand out.

I crossed his palm with a fiver, he grunted and disappeared.

A couple of minutes later he reappeared without caws but with something wrapped in greaseproof paper. Then he and the, by now visibly quaking sheep disappeared after he slammed shut the heavy door. All I was left with was the very gruff sound of the word 'cariad' being repeated over and over followed by 'bleating'. I did the decent thing and stopped eavesdropping.

Quite put the wind up me it did. I haven't yet plucked up the courage to look inside the greaseproof packet.

I saw an oncoming car in the distance, 5 minutes later a battered landrover with no windscreen slowed down. Well it had to, I was stood in the middle of the road waving like a runway mechanic without the bats.

He didn't bother winding down the side window, no point when I was face to face with him curtesy of the non existent windscreen. Beth? he said. I didn't want to end up paying good money for another bloody surprise so I decided to act like a tourist.

Err. hello I shouted (in case he was deaf) Me (points at chest) go to (points down road) Orange A on the mapio boyo and gave him my best grin.

Well......................................................................................he looked at me like I was a nutter, engaged first gear with a crunch and said something I can't repeat. I can't repeat it because it sounded like he had a bad case of llanitis and if the windscreen had been there it would have been splattered with spit.

Anyway, after bloody walking for miles I found the orange A and climbed back out of the map and arrived back in my armchair.

I have put the greaseproof package in a bucket of water at the top of the garden to be dealt with tomorrow.

Now I must sleep because all that excitement has me frazzled.

And you lot were moaning about silly underwear and socks!

I despair again.

And to you Suzanne :-)

You seem to be flitting around the threads like a Gadfly :-D

HAPPY NEW YR ALLAN

SORRY TO BUTT IN :-D :-D

Hi Diane~~~~~~~~ing back :-D

Happy New Year to you :-)

Sue is probably sleeping, or trying to catch up on it , and knackered from pain !
She'll catch up...perhaps even halfway thro the night ;-)

WHERE ARE YOU SPROUT????

ITS EXHAUSTING TRYING TO BE FUNNY AND KEEP THIS THREAD ALIVE,

FUNNY DOES NOT COME NATURALLY TO ME,

IVE LIVED IN WALES FOR 40YRS

THEY DONT DO FUNNY IN WALES :-D :-D :-D :-D