"Lame To Fame"

Breaking news: this morning I said hello to Edwina Currie as she was out walking her dog next to where I was working.
 
and.. if that didn't blow your socks off, I have arranged to meet up with the Newbury racecourse "announcer" in the Weighing Room next time I visiting the racecourse... well, he invited me actually to show me round. B) I found out that he also does the voice over for Eastenders when they need someone giving racecourse commentary in the bookies.

I am full of useless information. :P
 
Milton Johns gave me details of how to get rid of my hoarse voice today, at Plumpton. ("Gargle," he advised, "with very rough, bad South African port. It's an old thespian trick and restores the voice." I, in turn, advised him not to repeat this advice within hearing distance of Plumpers' manager, who happens to be South African.

I spent a month at Pat Smythe's 'lovely home' (as OK! would say) when I was a kid. And yes, we did all sit down to din-dins together. But my parents had to pay for it, while they swanned off to Germany.

(Am I on the right track with this sort of tosh? And is there a prize for Lamest Claim to Fame?) :brows:
 
Quote Krizon " am I on the right track for this sort of tosh" :lol: :lol: :lol:

I once threw a stone at Peter Levy's dog but it was a foxhound.. :D
 
Originally posted by Honest Tom@May 9 2005, 12:57 PM
Did you get them to read the leaflet "So you've decided to steal cable" first simmo.
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Afraid not. But as an aside I was later in charge of the "How to catch the feckers that are stealing cable" department (I say department, I mean person). He used to take great joy in volunteering to come in on overtime to switch off dodgy boxes during Old Firm matches. Most amusing I thought.
 
Originally posted by simmo@May 9 2005, 02:39 PM
He used to take great joy in volunteering to come in on overtime to switch off dodgy boxes during Old Firm matches. Most amusing I thought.
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How did he manage this simmo. There's no cable in my area so I don't have it myself but, of everyone I know who does have cable, no one pays for more than the bare service but have access to the lot. I used to think the cable companies just let it go in order to attract the customers and that one day they'd say "right - that's it" and introduce new technology to feck everyone up. That hasn't happened and even the digital changeover looks unlikely to stop it as digital boxes + cards now seem to be freely available.
 
Given that I don't work for them anymore, here you go. A request is sent to the box asking for verification of the channels it is receiving. the majority of boxes with a cube will refuse to give any sort of answer - the signal to that box can then be split out so that only those channels which it is subscribing to are physically sent to it.

In Glasgow alone our chappies saved ntl £750,000 a year. But they decided that this wasn't good enough and made the position redundant a few years ago and replaced with, erm, well, with nothing. Hence the situation you describe. Twats.
 
Originally posted by Kathy@May 8 2005, 07:13 PM
I saw John Maxse on a racehorse yesterday! :nerd:
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I used to look after 2 of John's horses, and i'd ride them on the days he didnt.

My old form tutor was also Vic Reeves form tutor.
 
I saw that Norweigan horse who ran in the National a few years back Trinitro cantering down Golborne High Street with his lad chasing after him when i was at me Grandads - was told he ended up in the pub and they wonder why he fell at the first.

Martin
 
When he was a teenager, my bruv and his best amte went down to Wemberlee for the Scotland-England match. Being an impressionable youngster, a beautiful Rolls-Royce caught his eye. He was gawping through the window when the owner appeared and asked what he was doing. "Just admiring your car," replied brother K, "it's a beauty."

"Fancy a ride in it?" asked the owner.

"Are you serious?"

"Sure, hop inside."

So, bruv and mate got a chauffeur-driven ride round the sights of London by no less than Sir David Attenburgh.

A true gentleman.
 
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