Fish-Finger-er

You say fat chicks, I say Kirsty, argument over.

unfortunately not, my mate did with one of the girls the following year. I settled for a tubby ginger lass from the aformentioned town I used to frequent on an evening.

While I was lookin at the map on my post, and seeing the abbey at the top, ive been reminded of another story, more funny than anything else now i look back on it. me and my mate where in that abbey at 15, with 2 15 year old birds, trying our hardest to get our end away, it was night,and the wind was howling through the brickwork and the arches, so it was creepy enough anyway . when one of the girls grabs my arm so hard it left a mark, I pretty quickly saw what she was so scared of, there was a bright white figure across the other side of the abbey standing in the arch way,as kids wed heard all the stories about the Monks and the "White Lady" that haunted there(the white lady had supposedly fallen to her death off the bridge on the right in that map). At this point, rational thinking went out of the window, as did the thinking of holding her tight and getting my hole after protecting her.I think fight or flight instinct must of kicked in as I launched off as fast as I could towards this figure,as I got close to him, he turned round, and turned out to be some kid in a bright white tracksuit who was camping in the field with his family,on the phone to his girlfriend. we just couldnt hear him talking because of the direction of the wind. he came over once he was finished on the phone and we got chatting, he did ask me, "why did you run towards what you thought was a ghost, and what where you gunna do when you got to it" and I still dont know the answer to that. was I going to try and kick sh*t into it, grab it in a headlock and take it home to mother to prove ghosts where real or what.

yea, see I always think of it in 2 ways, I was chased by 2 blokes, i got away,end of. dont think into it anymore, and its not even remotely messed up, we all get chased from time to time. but then i also think about just what could of happened that night. and it scares the shit out of me, as I say, just thinking about it sends chills down my spine. They may of just been out for some random anarchy, bit of window breaking and other childish loutish behaviour, and those 2 dogs turned on them when they undid all the kennels cages. or they could of been totally emotionless pyschopaths who wanted to get me in the disused barn and kill me. for the record, this is the place. http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&sour...mp;t=h&z=16 if you zoom out a bit, all the white oblongs at the top are the caravan site, theres a line of trees going pretty much straight from the bridge on the right, in the second field up on that tree line, just off the treeline is a grey square, thats the abandoned barn they where right next too, following the map down(up the hill), theres 3 oblongs on the left, they where the kennels, and to the right of that is the house i knocked at. ran down from there to the main road on the left of the screen, and the house below the oblongs with the barn next to it is the clubhouse that got smashed up. Have to say the distances look so much smaller on the map than they are, possibly because of the steepness of the place.that hill i ran up isnt rideable on a bike really. and the road between the golf course and the houses directly below it is steeper again(your looking a 5+ minute walk from the golf course to the first houses on that estate)

Then take it not as a harsh TF beasting, prick your ears up and take it as advice.then possibly come back in here, and post in a couple of weeks "Kevs a total c*nt, but I listened to him, and tonight, I played hide the sausage with a fit chick"

A few stories to tell, One of which still scares me sh*tless to this day,to the point where ive actually gone kinda cold inside just recalling it. Must of been about 13, staying at my mums caravan in wales, didnt really have any rules or much, since it was in the middle of nowhere with fields and rivers around it, about 1/2 mile from a little housing estate and a few houses, or a 2 mileish walk into the local town, where id got a bunch of mates I used to hang round with, because quite often wed go for a fire upriver or what, there was no issue with me coming back home at 11:30-12:00, although dont think mother would be best pleased knowing I was in the local town till that late. Anyway, about 11:30 i started the 2 mile walk home, out the town, up a massive hill(talking stupid big) over the top and down the other side, the last mile or so of the walk was a footpath along the side of a golfcourse and then some fields, no houses between the golf course clubhouse and the caravan site. about halfway down the hill there was the ruins of a barn about 20 metres from the path, As i was walking past a torch was shone in my face from just outside this barn. I shouted Hello, and the bloke just started walking towards me, at this point I wasnt even considering anything sinsister, thinking it was possibly a lad from the village who i knew, or a local farmer tending to an animal or something. When the person dropped the torch and I could see them under the moonlight, it was clear that they where wearing a hoodie, with a scarve or summit tied round there face. at this point there was probably 5 metres and a barbed wire fence seperating me from them. I took the sensible idea, and ran like feck, back up the hill towards the golf course, I turned round to look behind me as I was jumped a gate a bit further up the hill. to see this bloke who had come to the fence, pacing up the hill, with a torch in hand, with another bloke running about 20 metres ahead of him, they must of been about 30-40 metres back from me. I carried on running, to the house near the golf course. banged on the front door, but there where no lights on, and no car in the drive. so i pretty quickly gave up hope there, and just kinda ran/fell/rolled/tumbled me way down the hill at the side of their house, into the local kennels(made even eerier by 30+ dogs barking their heads off at me, and security lights coming on as i came round corners). from there i just walked down the entrance road to the main road and walked back into the campsite along the main road, then up the river side. Thinking Id just been chased by some local tramps/skagheads/muggers or something and got away. Found out like 3 days later, that 2 people had got out of the local mental institution about 2 hours earlier, must of walked the same path to the barn that I did, and had been apprehended on the golf course by the greenkeeper and police at first light, after smashing up the clubhouse, letting the dogs free at the kennel and killing a couple of them (cut their throats by all accounts) and smashing up some cars and earthmoving equipment up the hill. I always wonder, what would of happened if Id walked that path an hour earlier, or the bloke had kept his torch in my eyes till he got close enough to the fence to grab a hold of me. or if id just carried on walking down the hill and theyd cut me off at the end of the path. Of course they may of been perfectly friendly and just totally loopy, but im glad I didnt find out. Other things round there include some old mines we used to go in, nothing creepy in there really, just quite interesting, although we have been in their when our torch batteries have died, which isnt fun, and where a little spooked when we ran into a bunch of like minded, but slightly better prepared adults in there, doing the same thing. (talking headtorches, full on high viz waterproofs, ropes, first aid kits etc) they where perfectly friendly, but suggested we invest in some safety stuff the next time we go down a mine. had some proper dodgy run ins on the more military side of the place (theres some lad from scotland on here, who posted on here of some dodgy goings on round there, but Im not sure if their just rumours/myths) but the whole area is an old army base and a munitions testing range,(which is quite conveniently extremely close to a nuclear power station, to make the myths even stronger). so we where pretty shocked the first time we went into a concrete clearing surrounded by woods and with a massive drive of the main road(so you cant see any of it, just a road leading into a forest), sealed by a heavy duty military gate, to find about 20 landrovers and some unimogs parked up, honestly thought as kids wed hit the jackpot/stumbled in on a conspiracy theory, turns out they just kind of use it for parking for training hikes.

Tom, this is the girl trouble thread, not the look a like thread. EDIT :oh hang on, there actually not the same person, and it was related to the thread, good show

Ash who????

How so, generally people who are going to break into your house, come prepared, with screwdrivers, and possibly their own knife, their not going to sort through your cutlery first, go "Ooh hes a safety conscious fella, best leave nice and quick before he beats us with a non slip bathmat" whereas if Im in my house, and i hear someone in the garage, I will go downstairs grabbing whatever thats big and or sharp that I can find. If some ones in my house and I feel the need to defend myself, I want a 12 foot lance,with a laser sight,that spits flames out the end of it. not an anti stab knife.

Can I answer this with this Lets have this right you lil fixie riding fassy ole. You got Haylee to add me to msn,after you told me she was "gagging for it", and i said as a joke "pass her my way", you got her to do this because, and I quote " Id give you bare respect if you got some naked pics of her". So you told her to add me to msn, she did, we got chatting, the end. You told her to speak to me,so its not like I was trying to muscle in on your bird, and this was long after you even thought your sorry ass had a chance to make sweet sweet love with her. I at least treated her with respect, didnt ask her to get naked, didnt start textin her dirty, (im sure we could of done), didnt post webcam pics of her all over TF to rub it in your face. Which is maybe why shed start conversations with me,maybe why we could spend ages chatting. Maybe if you wernt such an arrogant, big headed, over opiniated loser who didnt spend all his time drinking more than he can handle,bitching about his mum whilst pretending hes some leet rave photographer, and if you didnt spunk all your money you earn in your dead end job on expensive bikes bragging about how much you earn, and went out socialising, chatting to girls without always having to try and get in their pants, without falling in love with every girl you speak to for more than 5 minutes and then being the biggest cry baby whinge bag when they choose somebody else. Well then maybe youd of had a chance with haylee, maybe youd be with silvia now, maybe girls would of been interested in you, and youd of been with something respectable in your 17 years on this planet. As it is youve rattled a 15 year old chubby girl who looks like shes spent most of them 15 years headbutting a spade.

Cant really fault the makita stuff ive used, but then I can say exactly the save about DeWalt, the higher end bosch stuff and Hilti. personally I prefer the Hilti stuff, but I think thats just me being a brand whore. (that and a nasty incident using a makita core drill that almost broke my wrist twice on the same hole, and the fact the Hilti one aint snatched once, lends them to being my favourite)

Which end goes in first?

Getting a decent weight set up is expensive. like 12-18 months worth of reasonably expensive gym membership, and even then your not going to have all the machines to use. not to mention if your using dumbells, either gettin a bowflex set up or the like(the one where you select the weights by rotating the collars like 3-25kg)will set you back £150+, just using regular ones with interchangable weight discs takes the piss changin weight the whole time. and buying loadsa individual dumb bell sets is stupid expensive. but to get a 150kg olympic weight set and a bench your looking like £300, and you still dont have a squat rack at the end of that.

Yea see, its not like its the end of the world, but im possibly going bulgaria 18-30'in it in 3 weeks, and then were goin lastminute to another 18-30 resort in mid august. now working out theres 9 weeks between now and mid august, if id stayed at 15 12(i.e not lost anything those 2 weeks, but not gained anything) and lost 2.5 pounds a week till my holiday, id be like 14 stone 3, which would be an acceptable size to go topless on the beach. but now going from 16 9, at 2.5 pounds a week, puts me at 15 stone, which is a wee bit too podgy to be sitting on the beach, tits out like.

speak to ManxTrialSpaz, know he beasted it for a while.

just had 2 weeks off the training/weight loss wagon, and its totally killed me, havent really trained all that much in the last year or so, weighed 17 stone 8 on april 11th, managed to get it down to 15 12 by the end of may. but 2 weeks of hard drinking and eating to deal with hangovers, pretty much every day, hgas left me at 16 stone 9. I honestly didnt think I could pile on the pounds that quick. but to anyone who says they have trouble sticking weight on. either Your lieing or I quite simply hate you.

Because generally people dont go into battle naked. and those people fighting in afghanistan right now with their sand coloured skin, sure would look daft and stick out like a sore thumb if they ever had to invade russia in the winter. not to mention them being naked would probably hamper their progress.

Irony noted. I was about to ask if god exists, why didnt he stop WW2, but then i realised, it wasnt Christians being harmed, but predominantly Jews. and God only seems to look after his own kind, so hes not really all that great of a guy. but to ask a similar question. If god exists, why didnt he put a stop to slaying of the Tutsi in Rwanda?? 900,000 christian people, killed for political reasons. Same goes for twin towers, hurricane katrina, etc, if god exists, and controls everything, why does he let bad things happen to good people, or for the extremely bad people to exist in the first place, as surely making the perpetrator suffer in hell after the suffering they have caused, is worse than just stopping it before it happened, 2 wrongs not making a right and all that jazz.

Ive attended church, i went to a church of england primary school. so i have, and still dont buy into it. Where is this proof of someone being saved from satan, or for that matter healing the blind. and for the record I dont believe in ghosts, or spirits. Accepting that your Christian God is 100% real and does tell us to do things, then I ask you the following. How can you truly know what God told one person to do, as much as god may or may not exist, im sure you cant argue with the fact that to different people he means different things, and gives different messages to different people, so how can you say God hasnt given this message to people. And once more how can you say that, its the christian god, that you believe in that has healed the blind, and not Bhudda, or Allah, or Millard Fillmore.

You realise Bigman is sponsored by Rockman bikes and therefore knows whats going on with them, as in hes probably got it on good knowledge that rockman are developing an entry level bike, hes just tantalising us. b

is Live down? cant get on right now, got the cod bug back again.

yea because her then callin the cops to piss on our semi legal green laning party would of gone down real well. You wanna know what else grinds my gears, fish's dogs, they look like theyd make cool XC dogs, but he wont let me borrow them, and the 1 constantly denies his obvious steroid abuse.

Seconded, I once had to reverse about 400 metres with a trailer on(anybody who reverses regularly with a trailer will tell you how its actually harder to keep the trailer going in a straightish line going backwards, than it is to actually stick it in a spot where you want it), me and some women came head on down a narrow country pass, we both stopped, she didnt move, despite me gesturing to her to look behind my car, so in the end i got out, went up to her and explained that id got a trailer on the back, and it was ages to the next gateway or passing place. she pretty much said "well ive only had my car a couple of months,and i havent really done much reversing in it" Like some of us do a lot of reversing, hell sometimes i drive to work backwards, generally most of us dont do that much reversing. and surely sometime in the 8 or so weeks of you driving that vehicle, you got some idea of how big it is, and which way to turn the wheel when your going backwards. Add to that the fact that once i eventually reached the passing place, i reversed back past it, either expecting her to pull into it, or just so i could go into it forward with the trailer. she pretty much just stayed a metre off my bumper, in the middle of the road. Other things that annoy me, people who dont use mirrors at all, the amount of times ive been in a car with someone and a motorbikers sat on their rear quarter panel, and ive noticed them before the driver. and people that leave indicators on for excessive amounts of time, you turned right out a junction half a mile ago,just because it hasnt self cancelled, try cancelling it yourself. oh, and the RAC/AA who insist on towing with full beacons on, and hazard lights going. your a feckin brightly coloured panel van with reflective strips all over you, youve got your beacons going full blast, your hardly mr inconspicuos. So why do you insist on having hazards on, not telling us bugger all, other than "im towing", well the feckin car on the back of your vehicle, on a towing dolly kind of gives that away, and the beacons kind of give us a little hint. personally id rather have you tell us which way your going to turn, and when.

Well i now technically have the 9th and 10th off work, so if fish can get some cash in his pocket, I may attend.

dont think they where a uk model as jolfa said, pretty sure the brit ones only came in 1.6 and above. may be wrong though