I got a lovely new gear lever gaiter for my Austin/Leyland Princess.
A Merry Christmas, in advance, to you all.
Here is the link to the eBay store that supplied it.
http://stores.ebay.co.uk/topgaitersboot … 7675.l2563
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I am laughing Larry
I am Laughing Larry, Laughing Larry today,
I am laughing Larry, Laughing Larry hey hey!
You may think I’m not too serious, and I might even agree,
But I’m still Laughing Larry, Laughing Larry hee hee.
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Alice in Wonderland Christmas story
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Beans, beans, good for the heart
Beans, beans, good for the heart,
The more you eat the more you laugh,
You thought I was going to say FART, didn’t you?
Oh, crikey, I have gone and said it, FART,
God, I said FART again!
NO, NO, not again!
I am off now in case I say FART yet again,
ARRRGH, I give up, bye!
Saint Ignatius RC Primary School Sunbury-on-Thames past pupils 1965
Saint Ignatius RC Primary School (the old old)
Sunbury on Thames, Middlesex
Past pupils 1959 – 1965 list
Were these people in your class, and if so can you add to the list?
Charles Whittle
Christine Pereira
Christopher Wood
Bernard Molloy
Robert Cooley
Angela Lee
Marlyn Walters
George Rupniak
Tommy Sutton
Gerrard Wilson
Margaret King
Timothy Moriarty
Plus ???
Please tell me the names of the other people in this, my class, that I cannot remember.
Has anyone got any photos of the old school before it burned down?
If you have information please email it to me. Thanks.
Signed: Gerrard Wilson
St Ignatius Church, Sunbury on Thames, Middlesex, England.
Christmas Pud, it sure tastes good!
Christmas pud; it tastes so good,
It’s got honey and spice; they sure are nice,
With fruit and nuts; good for the gut,
Christmas pud; it tastes SO GOOD.
Now, where did I put my spoon and bowel?
Christmas Giants
Christmas Giants
These creatures – Christmas Giants – reside quiet and unseen, throughout the entire year, in people’s houses. They rest, slumber peacefully away in their places of concealment, until they are needed, when they are summoned, called by the old man himself, Father Christmas.
Nowadays, Christmas Giants are vital part of the yuletide effort, of getting the presents into children’s Christmas stockings, on Christmas Eve. What these Giants actually do is quite simple; they stretch all the way up the chimney, where Father Christmas is waiting patiently adjacent the chimney pot. Then, after the old man has given it the children’s presents, the Giant returns to ground level and places them in the children’s Christmas stockings, for him.
Yes, I know this has previously been done by Father Christmas. It’s just that, with modern building practices adopting ever thinner chimney flue designs, the old, and rather fat man, simply cannot get down them anymore. You see, the Giants, as well as being ever so tall, are incredibly thin. Passing up and down a chimney each Christmas Eve is child’s play for them. It’s a delightful task they volunteered for, when the old man began to get into difficulties with this new style of chimney design.
A note: If you happened to look for one of these creatures in your house, at a time other than Christmas, you might notice a large foot poking out from under your bed, or a long and incredibly thin finger half-hidden to the rear of a cupboard. Don’t be worried, it will not wake up, though, not until not until next Christmas Eve, that is.
Merry Christmas.
On Christmas morn, before the dawn…
On Christmas morn, before the dawn,
We open our eyes to see,
If HE has been; we are so keen.
Will we be filled with glee?
We open the door, at half past four,
We must go have a peep.
What’s beneath the tree, for you and me?
So down the stairs we creep.
We make our way, and as we pray,
A vision of joy unfolds,
Cars and stars and rockets to mars,
A thousand dreams untold.
These are the dreams, the childhood scenes,
Repeated across the globe.
For one short night there is no fright,
It should always be just so.
Thank you so much, we love you such,
For giving us so much joy.
We will be good, we know we should.
Every girl and boy.
A brand-new Alice in Wonderland story.
A Real Christmas Tree
I think that I shall never be,
Sold on artificial trees.
A Christmas tree with plastic limbs
Just doesn’t stir me up to hymns.
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A tree with needles made of foil,
From a factory instead of soil,
Although it will not burst nor shed,
It neither is alive nor dead.
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Perennial, yes, it may rightly be,
And formed in perfect symmetry,
But only God can make a tree,
To suit old fashioned souls like me.
A Norway Spruce Christmas tree for me.
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