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What would Badgers do?
He must be foraging in the fjords
Or nailed to one.
Pain in my foot is comfortably being ignored.
Might be goutIt would explain the painful foot.
(from his blog)
Yeah, that's the best thing do, last thing you want is to hear from a medical professional that there's something seriously wrong with it.
Might be gout
If he's got an ounce it won't be common senseThat thought had crossed my mind, as heavy beer drinking can bring on gout, so a reasonable thought in view of Stan's drinking habit.
He's been banging about a painful foot for weeks, resting it for days at a time doesn't seem to resolve the issue. Anyone with an ounce of common sense would get it checked out, but well...
If he's got an ounce it won't be common sense
I didn't know that fish like cheeseNo, it's cos he puts his nob in the water.
I didn't know that fish like cheese
I didn't know that fish-like cheese
Don't want to disappoint Stan but outside of city bars where people may speak English or Spanish ( although my experience in the south is that speaking Spanish is a quick invite to be met with a look bordering on contemp) that conversations with agrarian Portuguese , where they are possible , tend to be quite mundane. I was in a small local bar where I know a couple of people who I can speak Portenglish with ie they know a few bits of English I know a few bits if Portuguese and we mime the rest or I use google translate. Some random bloke , think he's s shepherd , looked at my lighter and explained that whereas his lighter had a small stone in it is a flint mine was electric and the wind wouldn't put it out. This went on for some time and I was delighted when to prove his point he began blowing on them to illustrate the difference. I made my excuses and left and sat down to watch Sporting Lisbon and within ten minutes he joined me and brought some friends over to once again examine lighters . This went in for a further twenty minutes and then he bought me a beer and proceeded to repeat the same conversation passing the different lighters for his friends to experiment with blowing on the lighters. I bought them a beer and left and then realised I'd left my lighter in the table. Just before I could get out the car he appeared tapped in the window which I wound down and then repeated the difference between the lighters before handing mine back to me. Might give that bar a wide berth for s few weeks.
I think maybe you met the village idiotDon't want to disappoint Stan but outside of city bars where people may speak English or Spanish ( although my experience in the south is that speaking Spanish is a quick invite to be met with a look bordering on contemp) that conversations with agrarian Portuguese , where they are possible , tend to be quite mundane. I was in a small local bar where I know a couple of people who I can speak Portenglish with ie they know a few bits of English I know a few bits if Portuguese and we mime the rest or I use google translate. Some random bloke , think he's a shepherd , looked at my lighter and explained that whereas his lighter had a small stone in it ie a flint, mine was electric and the wind wouldn't put it out. This went on for some time and I was delighted when to prove his point he began blowing on them to illustrate the difference. I made my excuses and left and sat down to watch Sporting Lisbon and within ten minutes he joined me and brought some friends over to once again examine lighters . This went in for a further twenty minutes and then he bought me a beer and proceeded to repeat the same conversation passing the different lighters for his friends to experiment with blowing on the lighters. I bought them a beer and left and then realised I'd left my lighter in the table. Just before I could get out the car he appeared tapped in the window which I wound down and then repeated the difference between the lighters before handing mine back to me. Might give that bar a wide berth for s few weeks.
What is this magic of which you speak?Don't want to disappoint Stan but outside of city bars where people may speak English or Spanish ( although my experience in the south is that speaking Spanish is a quick invite to be met with a look bordering on contemp) that conversations with agrarian Portuguese , where they are possible , tend to be quite mundane. I was in a small local bar where I know a couple of people who I can speak Portenglish with ie they know a few bits of English I know a few bits if Portuguese and we mime the rest or I use google translate. Some random bloke , think he's a shepherd , looked at my lighter and explained that whereas his lighter had a small stone in it ie a flint, mine was electric and the wind wouldn't put it out. This went on for some time and I was delighted when to prove his point he began blowing on them to illustrate the difference. I made my excuses and left and sat down to watch Sporting Lisbon and within ten minutes he joined me and brought some friends over to once again examine lighters . This went in for a further twenty minutes and then he bought me a beer and proceeded to repeat the same conversation passing the different lighters for his friends to experiment with blowing on the lighters. I bought them a beer and left and then realised I'd left my lighter in the table. Just before I could get out the car he appeared tapped in the window which I wound down and then repeated the difference between the lighters before handing mine back to me. Might give that bar a wide berth for s few weeks.
Chanced upon this and it reminds me of Stan, inspiring manly wisdom stuff, plus topless fishing.
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Is Stan actually a photographer?
There are plenty of them round here. The best ones are the shepherds who spend all day wandering around with sheep and goats talking to themselves drinking copiously during the day. Stop to say hallo and you could be there for quite a while. It's too dry for them now there's no grass just burnt plants and this red clay/ stone soil. They normally lie in wait in a darkened part of a bar.I think maybe you met the village idiot
They normally lie in wait in a darkened part of a bar.
Remember that if you can't work out who the village idiot is... then it's you.I think maybe you met the village idiot
Don't want to disappoint Stan but outside of city bars where people may speak English or Spanish ( although my experience in the south is that speaking Spanish is a quick invite to be met with a look bordering on contemp) that conversations with agrarian Portuguese , where they are possible , tend to be quite mundane. I was in a small local bar where I know a couple of people who I can speak Portenglish with ie they know a few bits of English I know a few bits if Portuguese and we mime the rest or I use google translate. Some random bloke , think he's a shepherd , looked at my lighter and explained that whereas his lighter had a small stone in it ie a flint, mine was electric and the wind wouldn't put it out. This went on for some time and I was delighted when to prove his point he began blowing on them to illustrate the difference. I made my excuses and left and sat down to watch Sporting Lisbon and within ten minutes he joined me and brought some friends over to once again examine lighters . This went in for a further twenty minutes and then he bought me a beer and proceeded to repeat the same conversation passing the different lighters for his friends to experiment with blowing on the lighters. I bought them a beer and left and then realised I'd left my lighter in the table. Just before I could get out the car he appeared tapped in the window which I wound down and then repeated the difference between the lighters before handing mine back to me. Might give that bar a wide berth for s few weeks.
You should be fired for that.You might need to lighten up...
There's always some bright spark!You should be fired for that.
I think you may have strayed into an alternate reality where the Fast Show is real.Don't want to disappoint Stan but outside of city bars where people may speak English or Spanish ( although my experience in the south is that speaking Spanish is a quick invite to be met with a look bordering on contemp) that conversations with agrarian Portuguese , where they are possible , tend to be quite mundane. I was in a small local bar where I know a couple of people who I can speak Portenglish with ie they know a few bits of English I know a few bits if Portuguese and we mime the rest or I use google translate. Some random bloke , think he's a shepherd , looked at my lighter and explained that whereas his lighter had a small stone in it ie a flint, mine was electric and the wind wouldn't put it out. This went on for some time and I was delighted when to prove his point he began blowing on them to illustrate the difference. I made my excuses and left and sat down to watch Sporting Lisbon and within ten minutes he joined me and brought some friends over to once again examine lighters . This went in for a further twenty minutes and then he bought me a beer and proceeded to repeat the same conversation passing the different lighters for his friends to experiment with blowing on the lighters. I bought them a beer and left and then realised I'd left my lighter in the table. Just before I could get out the car he appeared tapped in the window which I wound down and then repeated the difference between the lighters before handing mine back to me. Might give that bar a wide berth for s few weeks.
More like on foot in the AlgarveI think you may have strayed into an alternate reality where the Fast Show is real.
More like on foot in the Algarve
One foot in the algarve.Or if it comes to amputation in Stan's case, one foot lost in the Algarve.