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Thursday, February 12, 2009

ERECTION SECTION 

In more LOCAL news, it's been announced that 2 million quids are going to be spent on a 50 foot statue of a white horse at Ebsfleet station.

A white horse, yesterday

Television news reports demonstrated what the horse would look like by showing us a small, scaled down version, just so we could all make cheap remarks about the small, scaled down version of Stone Henge that appeared on Spinal Tap.

I can only hazard a guess that the horse is a the modern equivalent of the chalk horses that you see on the sides of hills in Britain.

In a similar vein, it has been announced that a 90 foot statue of a man with an enormous hard on wielding a club will be *erected* on top of the dark, satanic cliffs overlooking Bluewater shopping centre ...

Look out missus, 'ere comes a big 'un

... and a 250 foot statue of Julian Cope (thankfully, without a hard on) will be overlooking Welling Railway Station.


Droolian

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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

THE SIEGFRIED LINE 

I've decided to devote the next couple of posts to my millions upon millions of LOCAL readers who want to read about LOCAL issues.  

These posts are dedicated to them, even though they tend to have weird respiratory diseases and anger management problems.

In fact, I love them so much that I'd love to gather them up in a big old group hug.  Well, if they didn't all smell of used ash trays, urine and dead breath, that is.

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It has been reported in the Bexley Times that World War Two veterans were out there, trudging through the ice and snow on the day that buses were cancelled everywhere and the rest of the spineless rabble were sat at home as the country ground to a halt.

They bravely walked FIVE MILES through all of that snow ...

... so that they could play a snooker match.

We're not told if the snooker match was indoors or, possibly, outdoors in a beer garden.

To the Bexley Times, this invokes THE DUNKIRK SPIRIT.

Absolutely.  Who could ever forget that day in 1940 when an entire regiment of Our Boys swam across the Channel, only aided by a motley collection of rusty bathtubs, rubber dingies, and in some cases, water wings, flippers and smeared in a month's ration coupons' worth of goose grease?

All of this so that they could play a game of cribbage at the Flag And Lamb pub in Deal!

Fair warms the heart, it does.

Back to the snooker players though - former RAF man Larry Parnes (89) had this to say:

"I think it's a rummin' disgrace they're not running the buses, trains or aeroplanes.  In 1947, during the Great Snow Of 1947, they just used to keep the buses running all the time and we used to just carry on playing snooker as if nothing had happened.  They were a different breed in those days.  I don't know how they'd cope if there was a war now.  They'd be too busy putting their lipstick on to have a game of snooker."

A few pages on in the newspaper, in Bob Ogley's "Times Past" column there are some old pictures of buses that ran adrift in snow or skidded off the roads in the 1940's.


Some people attempt to board a bus via the top deck in the 1940s in some snow, with life carrying on as normal.

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