I agree, my nan had an outside loo, it also had the shiny tracing paper loo roll. There was a posh toilet upstairs with proper paper in we could use if we had been good.
My Gran also had an outside loo, but there was no paper at all -not even shiny tracing paper. There was a big Belfast sink where we could wash our hands, if we had been good...
I do have a chainsaw, as I imagine do many on here, but it wouldn't have touched this tree. Bit annoyed I didn't get to see them working on it because it must've been impressive.
I had friends in Manchester in the 90s who took us there. IIRC a huge ‘Hogie’ was bought and consumed from a van outside?
IIRC, I only went there once. Warrington had plenty of places which catered to underage drinkers but Mr Smiths wasn't one of them and I moved down south shortly after attaining my majority in 1988. Hence, my knowledge, such as it is, of the club and its patrons was gained by watching The Hitman and Her which, to be quite frank, made me despair for the state of the music industry in particular and that of the human race in general
just I've got a large box delivered. Here are the instructions less the explicit pictures. In this day and age you could be forgiven for assuming what the "product" is
Spider season at the moment & I'm grateful this one didn't build his web across the gate for me to face plant first thing this morning....