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If you are nearby then the Fountain and the Pelican also get honourable mentions. Robert Raike’s house and the New Inn are architecturally gorgeous and worth putting up with a pint of keg fizz just to admire and soak in the history - shit (generic) beer but great, great settings.

Gloucester Brewery outlet on the docks used to be great, but has now expanded from pallet woodwork and sawdust floors into an achingly trendy warehouse space where you serve your own beer from, essentially, vending machines.

Apropos of nothing, the Turk’s Head in the middle of Gloucester city is a fantastic pub. Real ales and ciders mostly, but great Thai food from around the corner and all the weird characters you could dream of. In a city centre full of pristine gastropubs and sticky carpeted Wetherspoons it is a welcome breath of fresh air quirkiness.

Did I mention £2.80 per pint for short radius sourced ales and ciders?

Haven’t filled the tank in the car since December. Keeping it because, well emergencies? Tempted to sell it though (12 plate Mini Countryman Cooper) and use the funds to buy something old and silly as it would still be a car for emergencies.

Lightly boil, dip leaves in a pot of melted butter. Scrape off flesh with teeth and discard.

Get to the centre, pour over any remaing butter and scoff. Accept that you are now made of butter.

I know :-)

I’m assuming the texture is because hammerite and not rust pitting?

It is a warm and sunny day - I reckon he’s waiting for the nighttime temperature drop before removing the film that holds the shape of the watch. In full sunlight the plastic could easily go full Dali.

Agreed. I love Mrs Breeks very dearly, but she is incapable of making a simple statement. It has to involve the street she was on, the age and demeanour of the person involved, what else happened that day and how the weather was at the time.

Drives me insane. I’m working or reading a book or something. I don’t need a ten minute monologue when you could just say “Saw Peter earlier, he was pissed and fell over”.

Problem is the love very much bit. You have to sit there and feign interest even if you got the gist in the first two seconds.

I bet small box and key thrown into a dumpster.

Love it!

Seconded, except for the cold water.

That Patel gorgon decides on extraditing Assange to an American black hole prison in a few days.

I don’t agree with a lot that Assange was responsible for (although the leaks bit 100%) but I hope she thinks long and hard before throwing him under an American tank track.

Or even just “So”.

First artichokes of the season. My small boy will resemble someone who has face-butted a kilo of butter this evening.

Chainsaw @aggi coupled with a wood chipper and you can get all the leaves to go brown in a few days.

Actual alternative definition for Country.

Not a bad plan - but one sort of expects not to have to drop heavy hints. Somebody does me a favour and I return immediately anyway I can.
May be a cultural difference I guess?

Anyway, sorry. Just ranting whilst I was annoyed. Ignore me.

Awesome!

Very good!

Squeaked in with a 6* this morning. As with others had three possibangs wasted.

I suppose that by the definition of the term, dry paragraphs about chain supermarkets are now a meme. Who would have thought? I’m eagerly awaiting the first in haiku form.

Hench needs a good bloody slap for covering peas. The original made me smile every time I drove under that bridge. It was the milestone for ‘not too much further now’ when driving to Hertfordshire from wales.

Someone will take that straight to ‘overheard at the golf club bar’

Yeah. I don’t think he knows the correct litany for Russell’s Teapot though.

Not really an “I hate” but more a disappointment in myself.

I have a fairly large and well equipped workshop. It has now become de facto that people on the street come to me with problems (mechanical, electrical and structural) and I help out. Fine. I offer. Bottles of wine and malt are the accepted (but unsaid) currency that flow in return.

I have a newish neighbour who snapped the pull start on his mower. No problem, took an hour out of my life, but fitted a new cord for him.

He’s just texted me, and I’ve been to see it.

Mower wouldn’t start so he’s ripped the cord (brand new) so many times and so hard that he’s frayed it to a hair - actually taken the casing off it.

How can you be that mechanically insensitive that you can do that? And be allowed petrol engines?

Anyway. Now I am sort of duty bound to service the mower and fit another cord (by my own code).

(Edit) he’s just mowed his lawns with my mower and dropped it back at the gate. Asks if OK to drop his one over on the weekend for me to work on. Oh, and he is of a non drinking religion so no chance of a bottle. Well actually no chance of a return favour at all given past performance.

Over the last year or so I’ve fixed taps, mended a shed roof, bled central heating system and sorted an under sink leak for him.

I hate me for not being able to say ‘piss off’ when people come to me for help.

Old folks - absolutely. Help anytime and expect nothing in return. This guy is fifteen years my junior and just fucking useless.