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Potty, Fartwell and Knob

A must read

I can not put this book down it has had me crying with laughter, its by Russell Ash and it is bloody hilarious…

It’s the first ever book to document the most unusual, hilarious, silly and downright ridiculous names that have existed in Britain in the last millennium.

Synopsis

Russell Ash has trawled parish registers and censuses going back 900 years to compile the first ever complete book of breathtakingly unlikely but true British names. It features an incredible and diverse range of totally genuine names, evoking everything from body parts (Dick Brain), sex (Matilda Suckcock), illness (Barbaray Headache) and toilet functions (Peter Piddle) to food (Hazel Nutt), animals (Minty Badger) and places (Phila Delphia). Every single one has been checked for authenticity and its source is given, as well as extra notes where further fascinating illumination is possible. The book provides a rigorously researched yet laugh out loud overview of Britain’s eccentricity through the ages. And in this fully revised, expanded and enhanced paperback edition, it is no exaggeration to say that it’s Pottier, Fartier and Knobbier than ever before. It’s a must read for everyone and a bloody good laugh…

To be continued…

Lmao

Click here for the original lmfao

Does this really look like me? I think not…

Tell me if it does though…

My “Functioning  Alcoholic” has been around for well over 20 years in real life and has done Me well…

Blind Dates?

I have never been on one until today, for lunch, I don’t know about you, but I have always thought of them as a last resort, a last ditch attempt by your friends to hook you up, well I had heard so much about mine from Craig and Sue, that I finally gave in and said yes, OK I will meet him, I was bloody “gob smacked” when I did, he was so easy to talk to, he made me laugh, we had a lot in common, he was a real gentleman and he paid lol and I had a lovely time with him, but he was “a stick on legs” I was frightened to hug him when I left in case he broke, he would have been great for me twenty years ago because I could have fed him up lol, now I am wondering  “do my friends even know me?” I like a man I can get hold of and get rough with “playfully, I like love handles.” I think we will be friends but thats all… To be continued…

Is this a bloody joke?

I have just read about this in my local freebie and to be honest it made me laugh at first, then it made me bloody angry “pardon my french”

Wirral Council is offering to spend “£300 a head” teaching teenagers how to catch a bus… “Duh what the f*** is the thinkin behind that”
Wirral’s “Travel Training” service can be accessed by anyone over 16 and explains paying your fare, getting on a train or bus and of course how to get off at the right stop. While I too can see the benefits for the the learning impaired, questions have to be asked about the use of the money by a council pushing through a programme of library closures… Surely if they have to spend the money “somewhere” it would be more educational to keep our libraries open…

Most kids already know how to catch a bus “come on” and if they do have learning disabilities then help will always be available to them elsewhere…

The Wirral Transport Users Association ( WTUA ) has questioned why the scheme is open to over 16’s without disabilities or language barriers and so do I… It just seems a joke to me “a spit in the eye for the tax payer again.” I hope they are inundated by our teenagers wanting to learn “How to get on a bus” lmao and as a mum with 1 (17yr old) still at home  and “6″ I am second mum to, all 16 yr olds. they will be signing up…  lmfao…