I didn't see the Kelly Brook interview, but certainly Melinda Messenger, every time I've seen her interviewed, is a very sharp cookie (and seems like a lovely person too).
Kelly Brook... well, I shall not pass judgement on that, suffice to say she must put on a very good act of being a numpty the rest of the time...
"J" my manly legs have been admired in shorts on beaches although Joan was a top shot with a shot gun, you did not get between me and her 12 bore. A dress??? the nearest I came was a posting to Stirling, the Lads in the Mess had their fun about wearing Kilts and must not wear Fair isle knitted shorts to cover things, how the girls up there preferred not to encounter booby traps in their rush to deflower and marching over a mirror when going out so they could see your heritage. I arrived and was kitted in Tartan trews much to my delight, the rough old QMS saying by the time you learn to swing a kilt you will be on your way again trews for you lad. Phew narrow escape though I had not known you had to be taught to swing a Kilt. The 4TH RTR I served with were all Scots who broke out the kilt when ever they could, they let us wear shorts so it was boots gators Stocking tops smart shorts and KD for us engineering types.
Tonight apart from J. Swift was better, I did not have to kill the sound.
I have to admit that I enjoyed Thursday nights programme more than any of the previous ones. Only down side was a concrete block with plants hidden inside getting Best Small Show Garden!
Oh you have to have the saunter for a kilt. You can't just wander willy nilly! The thing that amazes me about them is that no matter how drunk or shambolic the wearer, their dignity is (thankfully) maintained. It must come from years of practice!
I'm going to have to look at this concrete block. What's it about, you've got me intrigued?
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I didn't see the Kelly Brook interview, but certainly Melinda Messenger, every time I've seen her interviewed, is a very sharp cookie (and seems like a lovely person too).
Kelly Brook... well, I shall not pass judgement on that, suffice to say she must put on a very good act of being a numpty the rest of the time...
So rare to have beauty, and brains. Quite common to have neither, as my OH says about me.
When you don't even know who's in the team
S.Yorkshire/Derbyshire border
I just watched yesterday's. If you still have it, look at the faces on the people behind Grayson Perry.
As my mother would say... It looks like the circus is in Town.
Let's get really radical, try asking some gardening members of the public what they think.
Oh, sorry, that's what this thread is.
Off with their heads!!
"J" my manly legs have been admired in shorts on beaches although Joan was a top shot with a shot gun, you did not get between me and her 12 bore. A dress??? the nearest I came was a posting to Stirling, the Lads in the Mess had their fun about wearing Kilts and must not wear Fair isle knitted shorts to cover things, how the girls up there preferred not to encounter booby traps in their rush to deflower and marching over a mirror when going out so they could see your heritage. I arrived and was kitted in Tartan trews much to my delight, the rough old QMS saying by the time you learn to swing a kilt you will be on your way again trews for you lad. Phew narrow escape though I had not known you had to be taught to swing a Kilt. The 4TH RTR I served with were all Scots who broke out the kilt when ever they could, they let us wear shorts so it was boots gators Stocking tops smart shorts and KD for us engineering types.
Tonight apart from J. Swift was better, I did not have to kill the sound.
Frank.
Good legs and a swinging kilt still does that "something" for me Frank
If only you'd got the hips going. . . .
Still loving all of it, except for the repeats.
When you don't even know who's in the team
S.Yorkshire/Derbyshire border
I have to admit that I enjoyed Thursday nights programme more than any of the previous ones. Only down side was a concrete block with plants hidden inside getting Best Small Show Garden!
Oh you have to have the saunter for a kilt. You can't just wander willy nilly! The thing that amazes me about them is that no matter how drunk or shambolic the wearer, their dignity is (thankfully) maintained. It must come from years of practice!
I'm going to have to look at this concrete block. What's it about, you've got me intrigued?