Mr Crabtree

But, they ARE meant to be here Steven, they are part of the push to get us all on the I.D. scam, AND also the replacement stock in the New Utopia!

We'd lived in our house for over twenty years and my wife decided she'd go through this door that she'd often walked past before, but had always been too scared to enter, so she took a deep breath and went in! She looked around and saw many wondrous and unnerving things, things like a cooker, a fridge, a freezer, a microwave, a washing machine and a sink, that was about four years ago, and she's never been back in there since!

Who the fuck is snoopy? d'yer mean Snoop Dogg?

I liked the vid, three proper genuine blokes and one total wanker! Vobes only gets by on the sweat and hard work of others, he jumps on any bandwagon that'll bring in the shekels! The other lads are are genuinely concerned and standing their corner, they are spot on with what they are saying, but don't be fooled by Vobes, his deviousness is not too far removed from the likes of Alex Belfield! To be fair, Vobes doesn't watch telly, or so he says so that's in his favour I suppose? He's a smooth talker, but quite manipulative! On the subject of cities etc, York council are now trying to ban city centre disabled parking with the excuse that it's blocking off areas that the tourists want to see {and probably photograph}

Does anyone remember '108 morris 108' with Morris Herman? I loved that bloke, he was so inoffensive, but still managed to get his point of view over He died suddenly several years ago, but when he had his YouTube channel I sent him whatever I could afford each month. He had a wife and several young children and a few British pounds went a long way in Cambodia! He and I talked a lot and I remember him telling me once that he'd had a funny upbringing, he was brought up as a jew by a family that wasn't his family, and he discovered after all those years that he wasn't jewish after all! He was a very astute bloke with his finger firmly on the pulse of what was happening in the wider world! He used to wear a variety of different hats that some scarecrow somewhere had rejected as too tatty I really miss him and our chats an awful lot! R.I.P. Morris, you fought a good fight in your own particular way!

That Richard Vobes is a wanker, his 'Bald Explorer' channel was losing members so he jumped onto the covid hoax bandwagon. Before that he never mentioned anything controversial and we rowed about him moaning about old people, whilst most of his donations were coming from older people, I told him what I thought about that and he banned me from commenting! Watch a couple of his vids and you'll hear him dropping hints about needing this or that, he's as tight as a duck's arsehole, and that's waterproof! He's not the Mr Nice Guy he tries to come across as!

Scruffy fucker, I wouldn't have him in my gang, with that lead around his neck he looks like Nicola Bulley's dog sniffing around the caravan park gate!

Ireland are going to send men to the sun to see if there are other life forms there! The interviewer for the British Bullshit Corporation said to their spokesman Paddy McGinty 'surely the rocket and the astronauts would be instantly incinerated by the Sun's extreme heat'? Paddy McGinty replied 'Oh well, we've thought of that, they'll be going at night'!

Police car driving down the motorway, suddenly there's a knock on the driver's window, he looks over and there's a motorcyclist holding up a cigarette, copper winds down the window and the biker say's 'would you be having a loight sur'? The copper said 'oi mate, don't you realise how dangerous that is'? The biker replied 'No, it's alroight sur, oi only smoke two or three a day'!

He lost his 'lucky rabbit's foot charm' so he looked for an alternative, ideal bottle opener and emergency 'cosh' if needed!

They invented the 'Anne Boleyn cocktail', that's several tots of spirits and half a pint of Guinness in a pint glass, they call it 'The Anne Boleyn Cocktail' because the Guinness doesn't have a head on it!

Anyone on here read 'The Camp Of The Saints' by Jean Raspail written in 1973 and published in English in 1975? Basically it's about the invasion of France by 'asylum seekers' from the Indian subcontinent and other Countries overrunning the West. Frightening stuff with more than a vein of truth!

I reckon I could get G.I. Joe Biden twerking, he just needs a set of jump leads attached to his bollocks and the other end attached to a truck battery, he'd twerk like a jerk and the smell of singeing grey pubic hairs would probably turn him on even more! LET'S GO BRANDON, FLICK THAT SWITCH!

I reckon I could get G.I. Joe Biden twerking, he just needs a set of jump leads attached to his bollocks and the other end attached to a truck battery, he'd twerk like a jerk and the smell of singeing grey pubic hairs would probably turn him on even more! LET'S GO BRANDON, FLICK THAT SWITCH!

I reckon I could get G.I. Joe Biden twerking, he just needs a set of jump leads attached to his bollocks and the other end attached to a truck battery, he'd twerk like a jerk and the smell of singeing grey pubic hairs would probably turn him on even more! LET'S GO BRANDON, FLICK THAT SWITCH!

I reckon I could get G.I. Joe Biden twerking, he just needs a set of jump leads attached to his bollocks and the other end attached to a truck battery, he'd twerk like a jerk and the smell of singeing grey pubic hairs would probably turn him on even more!

The way things are going, it'll soon be replaced by Soylent Green!

There is bravery, and then there's Heroism, fancy being married to that flat topped Lard Arse ?, you'd be on edge 24 / 7! If he told you that his last wife went to the dogs, you'd know straight away he wasn't talking greyhound racing! I'd tell him to fuck off, but, only on the phone from the other side of the world, and, I wouldn't give my own name, I'd call myself Rishi Sunak and then I'd say 'the last time I saw a face like that it was in a butcher's window, with an apple in it's mouth, and what are you going to do about that, fuckface'?

I used to take my own kids, and later on, my grandkids, but somehow the spark just wasn't there! But I feel that it must be genetic anyway, because my own dad had no input or influence in my life. My granny, granddad and my mother brought me up and it wasn't until I was in my teens that I learned that my dad was exactly the same in his day as I was in mine. We both liked the ladies, the boozing, poaching, fishing and a good punch up on a Friday night and both of us were hardworking and generous to our mates! I knew Pat Roach the wrestler / actor and he knew my father quite well, and according to Pat, my father looked like a young John Mills the actor. Pat always called me 'Vicar' though the reason for that escapes me, I don't know anyone who looks less like a vicar than I do! He had a pig farm down the lane near my house and not far from the farm I worked on at the weekend when I was younger, and we used to walk our daughters past there on their ponies, until they discovered boys{ I mean our daughters discovered boys, not their ponies!} Poor old Pat was buried in my old home town of Bromsgrove, he really was a gent and he always gave my kids some sweets money whenever we met! You're right, I'm glad I was a kid when I was a kid, and enjoyed the freedom we had, but people don't have now!

The crooked house pub, Himley near Dudley up for sale, another bit of history going now! The Mug House in Worcester, the only pub I know that's in a cemetery, I wonder if they serve spirits?

Snidey bastard, always looking for any publicity, he never kept his foreign guest at his house for very long though, did he?