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There's an area of Bournemouth called Boscombe which boasts around 10 "antique" shops, although the majority are selling high end tat. I visit one regularly because he knows nothing about medals and is too lazy to research them, subsequently they're the only things in his shop for which you don't need a second mortgage. Last summer, I was browsing while the trader was talking to another customer who seemed to be underwhelmed by the prices. "Do you have many regular customers?" "Yes, loads of them" Customer looks round ostentatiously "Don't you have a water bowl?" "What for?" "Their guide dogs."

The man who invented hard boiled eggs wrapped in sausage meat has died. R.I.P. Scott Chegg.

She still uses the Kelsch account, but has started another to confuse unwary sellers. I've blocked her.

As I get older, all I need is Specsavers, Boots & Greggs. Yep, life is all specs and drugs and sausage rolls!

So, my neighbour with the big boobs is outside gardening topless today. Just wish his wife would do the same.

The man who invented auto correct has died. May he rust in piss

Ouch! 🙄

Thanks Paddy. New to me, but youtube seem to have the whole album, which takes care of my lunchtime.

Just seen a massive fight in the toilet roll aisle at my local supermarket with approximately 20 people involved. The good news is no one was injured badly just some soft tissue damage.

Absolutely. I can also be found in the Oddfellows from time to time.

If it's after lock-down, may I recommend a pint in the Barking Cat two minutes away from Ernie's.

His son Terry is mostly running the shop now, but I've often seen Ernie cycling from the shop back home to Bournemouth.

The same bust of Edward VI, although in mirror image is used on the medals of the Free Grammar School, Birmingham.

I live about ten doors away from Dorset Coins and they're good people but they're unlikely to want a big pile of lower grade coins.

The unofficial motto of the French Navy is: “To the water. It is time” Or to put it in French: “À l'eau, c'est l'heure”

We're keen on ornithology and keep a few birds of prey, but one of these raptors will only exercise at night to 80's music. Our Kestrel Manoeuvres In The Dark.

I do love the solicitous calls, frequently with an Indian accent, from "Windows" telling me that all is not right with my computer. If I can be bothered, I'll play with them for a while. If they're bothering me, they're leaving some other poor bugger alone. Otherwise, I'll just ask them how the hell they think they can solve my difficulties when I'm on Linux.

Around 15 years ago I went to an auction somewhere near Oxford to buy a set of medals that went eventually for a stupid price. With me was a former Mrs. Bagerap and her sister at whose house we were staying that night. Upon retiring early from the auction SIL suggested a visit to a nearby "Outlet Park" where you could buy branded goods cheaply. New concept to me at the time but, what the hell, if the sisters go off shopping together I'd get a bit of a rest. When they eventually returned two and a half hours later, they were predictably miffed to find that the seating space had been reduced by a pair of B&W Matrix Studio Monitors. It would have been a sin to leave them behind at that price. I kept them for a long while but now they're doing sterling duty in a bar in Stavanger.

I was on there early hours this morning, say 03.30.

Happens a fair bit with CCF

One for you I think Paddy. 90 minutes of live remastered Floyd from 1994:

A music based question. What's the difference between the Rolling Stones and a Scotsman? . . . . . One says, "Hey, you. Get off of my cloud." And the other says "Hey, Mccloud. Get off of my ewe."