Hibster. Posted November 29, 2004 Share Posted November 29, 2004 Clank clank Whoooooooooooooooooooooo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Myles Posted November 30, 2004 Share Posted November 30, 2004 They didn't have a right leg-strap, last time I was in the emporium... 😳 Hang on - how did you know I.... Wooo! Scaaaaary Project Scope-Creep is underway... Alcester Racing 7's Equipe - 🙆🏻™ Alcester-Racing-Sevens.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
henry21p Posted December 2, 2004 Author Share Posted December 2, 2004 SOMEONE must have seen him - after all such a prolific wibble poster couldn't have been able to keep his keyboard/mobile phone shut for ALL this time.? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
neil.cavanagh Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 hmm.. at what point do we truely get worried? no shed. no msn no replying to texts????? Is he sulking or have his thumbs and fingers all been broken by the Tobacco Companies hench men??? Please Paul, let us know your alive.. if not well! 😬 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
henry21p Posted December 2, 2004 Author Share Posted December 2, 2004 where does he live? will send the "boys" round to check on him and reprimand him for worrying everyone. No natural disasters anywhere where he lives are there? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Delbert Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 Is he on Cam 7? Or did he go to the Burtonwood Real Ale factory tour, There Winterwrmer has the ability to numb to the point you loose all memory, ability to walk etc Too Old to die Young Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dannyboy Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 I do 'ope ee's all roight ❗ S'been quoite quiet round 'ere without 'im 😳 Dannyboy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rossybee Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 I'll have some of that! (the factory tour, that is) Sssssssssssssssssssssssssscottish Sssssssssssssssssssssupersnot!!! here Edited by - rossybee on 2 Dec 2004 12:11:34 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
henry21p Posted December 2, 2004 Author Share Posted December 2, 2004 maybe the headmaster permanently excluded him for "yobbish behaviour"? maybe the subject of an ASBO? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jamie Oliver Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 He is still around, mark my words young 'uns. I can smell him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rossybee Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 Sssssssssssssssssssssssssscottish Sssssssssssssssssssssupersnot!!! here Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GTD Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 😳 My mum warned me about strange and over-familiar men lurking in sheds! G 4 Geoff Leather Good - Carbon Fibre Bad 619 GTD here Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dannyboy Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 YOOO HOOOOOOOOOOO Couldn't bring me out a mince pie could you GTD?? Dannyboy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GTD Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 > > G 4 Geoff Leather Good - Carbon Fibre Bad 619 GTD here Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rossybee Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 Tomorrows tabloid headline: "Near miss as 747 narrowly misses flying pie" Sssssssssssssssssssssssssscottish Sssssssssssssssssssssupersnot!!! here Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boonie Hound Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 or 747's festive fly pie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rossybee Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 or "plane crust misses" Maybe not. 😳 Sssssssssssssssssssssssssscottish Sssssssssssssssssssssupersnot!!! here Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GTD Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 "Contractor Shot" The Sun says - it's more than these Contract Scum deserve. Minced pie? Mincing scrounger, we say. Our kids have to be kept safe from crumb damage in Britain's skies. Shooting's too good for him. (Ed - that's the last time Paul Davis writes our editorial) G 4 Geoff Leather Good - Carbon Fibre Bad 619 GTD here Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dannyboy Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 > GIVE ME MY PIE BACK YOU THEIVING SCUMBAG *mad* *mad* *mad* *mad* *mad* Dannyboy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boonie Hound Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 PIE-TASTROPHE Airplanes have been banned at airports after pie releated safety fears. Anti cruelty to pie campaigners have welcomed the ban claiming that mince pies rights had been ignored for too long. "It is a well known fact that a mince pie is going to come off worse when faced with a fully laden 747 heading for Ibiza yet the Government has allowed planes and pies to mix in this hap hazard fashion. This ban is long over due. I would add our thoughts are with the friends and family of brave Melvin mince pie who tragically lost his life on runway 2." A spokesman claimed the ban had always been planned and that they took very seriously the rights of pies. A contractor who was eye witness to Melvin, father of two jam tarts, end said: "It was terrible, he was here one minute then sucked into a jets intake the next. We always thought allowing airplanes near pies was a recipe for disaster." Melvin's father Mr Kipling refused to talk to reporters at his home last night. But in a statement, made via his lawyers, said his son had been exceedingly good. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jamie Oliver Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boonie Hound Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 LOCAL NEWS Police are still searching for missing shedder Paul Davis A pair of his pants were found in the corner of the shed - police say they are looking into it. Their efforst to track down the missing man had been halted after crucial evidence was stolen earlier this week. Paul's toilet seat went missing leaving officers nothing to go on..... Edited by - Boonie on 2 Dec 2004 15:39:13 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mrs GTD Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 😬 You are a genius Boonster 😬 Mrs GTD Carbonette - patches that make it easy to say NO to carbon fibre Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dannyboy Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 *thumbup* *thumbup* *thumbup*Boonie *thumbup* 😬 😬 😬 😬 😬 Still doesn't make up for a distinct lack of Mince pie however ☹️ ☹️ ☹️ Dannyboy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
henry21p Posted December 2, 2004 Author Share Posted December 2, 2004 UPDATE: (please note that all of the facts below came from the Daily Smail therefore MUST be true) At 9.45pm on the night of 17th November 2004, a distressed and oilstained shedder burst into the bar of The Wibbler’s Arms, Lower Shed Street, crying out "Help me, help me, help me. I’ve just escaped from being parped. He’s in the house" She was obviously the victim of a serious assault, and the police and an ambulance were called to the scene. The police officers who arrived to investigate found a substantial house with a ground floor, a basement and four upper floors. Forcing open the front door, they searched the premises, and found the car in the garage, unharmed. The door to the basement was open. There was no light in the hall, so they fetched a flashlight. They descended the stairs to the breakfast room, and found the walls splashed with oil, a pool of oil on the floor, with some male footprints in it, and, near the door connecting the breakfast room to the kitchen, an oilstained sack. The top of the sack was folded over but not fastened. Inside were some curly wurlys and some crumbs. A biscuit had been battered to death with a blunt instrument. In the hallway was a length of lead piping, covered in surgical tape, very bent out of shape. The back door was unlocked. When th un-named lady was able to make a statement to the police she named Paul Davis as her attacker and the murderer of the poor hob-nob. Of Paul, there was no sign. Shortly after 10pm, a friend of Paul's, who lived a short distance away, was dozing in front of the TV after a tiring day when he was awoken by someone pressing the doorbell insistently. Assuming it was a local youth, who had done this kind of thing before, he ignored it and went back to sleep. Some time later, the phone rang. He was sure that the caller was Paul, but he sounded distressed and became incoherent. He put the phone down and went back to sleep. The police searched Paul Davis's private flat. He was not there, but they found his car keys, passport, chequebook, driving licence and wallet. His car was parked outside. The battery was flat. Paul was driving another car that night, a Ford Corsair he had borrowed from a friend some 2-3 weeks previously. (He had, in fact, insisted that he wanted the car for that particular evening.) It was about 11.30pm when he arrived at the home of his friends (their names have been changed to protect the innocent) - let us call them "Skyblue" and "Weight added to balloon to prevent it floating too high". The house was 42 miles from his private residence, a journey of about an hour at average speed, though he was a fast driver and might have taken less time. "Skyblue" was away, but his significant other admitted Paul and was surprised to see him in disheveled daytime clothing. His flannels looked as though they had been stained and something sponged off. This was Paul Davis's story, as told to "Weight added to balloon to prevent it floating too high": He had been walking past the Lower Shed St house, and had peeped in through the basement window. He had seen someone struggling with his biscuits and curly wurlys in the basement kitchen. He let himself in through the front door and ran down the stairs. He slipped and fell in a pool of oil, letting off a loud "PARRRP" and the man had run off. He then panicked, realizing things looked very bad for him, and decided to get out. Paul Davis then wrote two letters, both addressed to "The Shedders". (They were posted the following day. The envelopes were found to have smears of oil and some crumbs on them. ) "Weight added to balloon to prevent it floating too high" tried to persuade him to remain so they could go to the local police to clear the matter up, but he said he had to "get back". He drove away. There has been no validated sighting of him since. Three days after the discovery of the bag of crumbs and curly wurlys, the Ford Corsair was found abandoned at Newhaven. Oilstains and breadcrumbs were found inside , also, a piece of bandaged lead piping, unstained, but very similar to the one found in the house. Edited by - Dave21P on 2 Dec 2004 16:04:23 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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