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29/01/2003 at 11:38
Erm... and perhaps a little trampoline??

bounce! bounce! bounce!
bounce! bounce! bounce!
bounce! bounce! bounce!

Squeal!!!!!
29/01/2003 at 11:46
WW Quidditch is the broomstick-bound game played by Harry Potter and chums. Sort of Aussie Rules goalposts with basketball hoops on played in 3D on a sort of polo sized pitch. Judging by your picture you'd be pretty good at it (is that a Nimbus 2000? Mrs Fox flies one of those...)

BTW have you seen a post on Gear thread (Asics DS trainers) by 'Run 4 your life'? Deja vu or what?
29/01/2003 at 12:01
Well Wee P the new Euro directive is cleary snuffing out the right sort of truffles for piglets. The thought of toys really does seem to have brightened up our poor cold and snuffly piggywig.

Apparently this is necessary to stop piglets chewing each other.

so:

A piglet on a rebounder - too dangerous trotters would slip through the webbing
A piglet playing video games - not really "environemental enrichment
An action man : the thought of a piglet chewing on an "action man" makes me blush
A nice bouncy ball, now thats the sort of "manipulable material" the man form the ministry had in mind.


keep squealing
29/01/2003 at 12:20
Piglet - I'll buy you an Action Pig and then smuggle is past sfh legs by cunningly wrapping it in a pair of wicking briefs. Damn those regs, I say, they're there to be flouted.
29/01/2003 at 12:24
JJ Don't you mean 'the Scottish play'? Some people can be superstitious...

Wee P if you want a game for your sty how about Porktionary?
29/01/2003 at 12:47
Yeh, JJ, but what about the damn spot?
Helen W, if you're about, I'd love to hear how your visit to Ron the Pod went...
29/01/2003 at 12:54
Hi JJ - are you telepathic in saying 'us virgos' as I'm one of those (virgos I mean of course). My running times are also remarkably similar to yours.

OMG I'm a clone. Or he's my dad...
29/01/2003 at 13:03
No. I'm one too.
29/01/2003 at 14:21
Did that come under "Any other biscuits"?
29/01/2003 at 14:30
JJ - but runners will hesitate to eat the sugar and biccies.

I, on the other hand, will not, as I am a little piglet.

Therefore, please send all prize sugar and biccies to me :)

29/01/2003 at 14:33
<<<piglet squeals in alarm!>>>

Oh, JJ <tremble>..... I don't like that p...p....po..... nasty word.

<piglet turns tail and trots away, crying>

trot trot trot
trot trot trot
trot trot trot


..


<sound of distant snuffling>


.

29/01/2003 at 14:44
JJ

As an older runner I would have thought you'd recognise me from when you had to watch tv in the 60's with your brood. Arch enemy of that do-gooding bunch the Tracy gang. Able to control folk with an evil stare and 300000 pages of HR training recommendations as provided by my new disiciple.

Piglet come back, no-one really eats P**** S*****ings, they just talk about them and spit out bits of their teeth. Don't worry - just concentrate on having a good chew on the action pig, or whatever else you want to do to/with him
29/01/2003 at 15:10
<sniffle, snuffle>

<piglet wipes snout on JJ's sleeve>

Ok, then! I'm back!!! Hehe hehehehehe <hic>...

Meerkat - many thanks for the Action Pig wrapped in the HH Wicking Undies: a v. cunning ploy indeed :)

<munch munch>

The Action Pig tastes great, but the HH Wicking Undies are a little bit stringy.

Right, I'm off to relax in the trough with a good book :)
29/01/2003 at 15:21
Here you go, JJ.

<piglet profers trotter draped with little bits of semi masticated wicking undies>

Enjoy :-)


No, really! You're welcome :-)
29/01/2003 at 16:30
JJ whereabouts did you do your swinging in the 60's.
29/01/2003 at 17:14
sfh, I remember you. There was anaccompaniment everywhere you went, an assistant who used to say, "Eeeet will be a greaaaat disaaaaaster" And, of course, it was. I had a crush on Scott. Can you believe it - on a puppet??????
29/01/2003 at 17:20
Hey, they've been writing poems on the fat thread. Why dont we do something cultural like that??

Not me obviously. I'm an eejit but wee piglet and Helen Wheels look creative, windswept and interesting types.

Reckon Meerkat could rustle up a haiku or two as well.

Now how does it go?

"I wondered lonely as a runner....."
29/01/2003 at 17:22
wandered even! (ahem!)
29/01/2003 at 17:25
ALBERT AND THE LION
by
Marriott Edgar

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

There's a famous seaside town called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their son.

-= o =-

A grand little lad was young Albert
All dressed in his best; quite a swell
With a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle
The finest that Woolworth's could sell.

-= o =-

They didn't think much to the Ocean
The waves, they were fiddlin' and small
There was no wrecks and nobody drownded
Fact, nothing to laugh at, at all.

-= o =-

So, seeking for further amusement
They paid and went to the zoo
Where they'd lions and tigers and camels
And old ale and sandwiches too.

-= o =-

There were one great big lion called Wallace
His nose were all covered with scars
He lay in a somnolent posture
With the side of his face on the bars.

-= o =-

Now Albert had heard about lions
How they was ferocious and wild
To see Wallace lying so peaceful
Well, it didn't seem right to the child.

-= o =-

So straight 'way the brave little feller
Not showing a morsel of fear
Took his stick with its 'orse's 'ead 'andle
And shoved it in Wallace's ear.

-= o =-

You could see the lion didn't like it
For giving a kind of a roll
He pulled Albert inside the cage with 'im
And swallowed the little lad 'ole

-= o =-

Then Pa, who had seen the occurrence
And didn't know what to do next
Said "Mother! Yon lions 'et Albert"
And Mother said "Well, I am vexed!"

-= o =-

Then Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Quite rightly, when all's said and done
Complained to the Animal Keeper
That the lion had eaten their son.

-= o =-

The keeper was quite nice about it
He said "What a nasty mishap
Are you sure it's your boy he's eaten?"
Pa said "Am I sure? There's his cap!"

-= o =-

The manager had to be sent for
He came and he said "What's to do?"
Pa said "Yon lion's 'et Albert
And 'im in his Sunday clothes, too."

-= o =-

Then Mother said, "Right's right, young feller
I think it's a shame and a sin
For a lion to go and eat Albert
And after we've paid to come in."

-= o =-

The manager wanted no trouble
He took out his purse right away
Saying "How much to settle the matter?"
And Pa said "What do you usually pay?"

-= o =-

But Mother had turned a bit awkward
When she thought where her Albert had gone
She said "No! someone's got to be summonsed"
So that was decided upon.

-= o =-

Then off they went to the Police Station
In front of the Magistrate chap
They told 'im what happened to Albert
And proved it by showing his cap.

-= o =-

The Magistrate gave his opinion
That no one was really to blame
And he said that he hoped the Ramsbottoms
Would have further sons to their name.


-= o =-

At that Mother got proper blazing
"And thank you, sir, kindly," said she
"What waste all our lives raising children
To feed ruddy lions? Not me!"


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

29/01/2003 at 17:33
Didnt think it would all fit in

(and how many times have I said THAT!!??)
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