I think the new generation has forgotten what 0E stands for.

(And most of them wouldn't know what a good one was anyway).

Mine was brilliant, 2 years based in London, travel as wanted.

Oh for one nought e......

O....4......1.......0.........E

Which is often abundant on your, Big Overseas Experience.

The Big OE is not what it was back in the days of travelling to the UK, by ship.

Get a job, not a problem those days..... 50s & 60s.

Thems was da days..... air travel has spoilt it, tho' backpacking mostly makes up for it.

50s and 60s ???

Were you ever in Earls Court? Most expats arrived there sooner or later.

If so, ever in the Sou Sol? I was managing it most nights throughout the last of the fifties, early sixties. Also Cafe des Artistes, down the bottom of Radcliffe Gardens.

When not at work I could be found in the Zam(bezi) or The Swan, both colonial watering holes. Sunday lunch in the Coleherne for the music - not the regular clientele.

Although a lot of my father's generation had spent the previous decade with trips abroad (to shoot people) I mixed with all these strange furriners on home territory and in more friendly circumstances - until I started throwing the drunks out.

I think the new generation has forgotten what 0E stands for.

(And most of them wouldn't know what a good one was anyway).

Mine was brilliant, 2 years based in London, travel as wanted.

Oh for one nought e......

O....4......1.......0.........E

Which is often abundant on your, Big Overseas Experience.

The Big OE is not what it was back in the days of travelling to the UK, by ship.

Get a job, not a problem those days..... 50s & 60s.

Thems was da days..... air travel has spoilt it, tho' backpacking mostly makes up for it.

50s and 60s ???

Were you ever in Earls Court? Most expats arrived there sooner or later.

If so, ever in the Sou Sol? I was managing it most nights throughout the last of the fifties, early sixties. Also Cafe des Artistes, down the bottom of Radcliffe Gardens.

When not at work I could be found in the Zam(bezi) or The Swan, both colonial watering holes. Sunday lunch in the Coleherne for the music - not the regular clientele.

Although a lot of my father's generation had spent the previous decade with trips abroad (to shoot people) I mixed with all these strange furriners on home territory and in more friendly circumstances - until I started throwing the drunks out.

Sorry Humph, I did not go to meet Kiwis and Ockors.

Did not want to eat NZ lamb and cheese, butter etc.

Why bother going, could do that easier staying home.

'Twas the meeting with Brits in their country, enjoy their ways, food.

Initially working at Premier Supermarket in Wimbledon.

Had digs in Streatham with an english couple who took me around.

After a bit of travelling I found a basement bedsit Holland Park.

Loved it all, no probs with jobs like now.

Any man who has never lied has never had a woman ask him "Do these jeans make my bum look big?"

Any man who has never lied has never had a woman ask him "Do these jeans make my bum look big?"

This one is silly, both for men AND women.

The man could just reply "YES!! Like a glorious big juicy peach!"

For the record i never ask this stupid question. Im a pretty accurate self-critic anyway. The only question to myself (or my boyfriend if he would like to see) is "does this suit me?". If my ass looks big in some of the clothes i wear, then i look at it and think "Gosh look at that fat ass. ...isnt that just wicked!".

The only thing that women should think about regarding their asses (and men too, because women rate mens asses too of course), is squats, squats, squats (well, gluteal work).

Women should embrace their bodies, particularly our all shapes and sizes asses. So different from mens (which are great too!), because they are really quite beautiful.

I met a Chinese contortionist once who could embrace her body......................Alas alas (Ok cowboy your quote but it's a goody )

The man could just reply "YES!! Like a glorious big juicy peach!

You're talking about an act of real courage now.

Do women REALLY like that kind of talk?

The man could just reply "YES!! Like a glorious big juicy peach!

You're talking about an act of real courage now.

Do women REALLY like that kind of talk?

It has to be better than " Hey fat arse. I'll slap your butt and ride in on the waves "

Much better, but still potentially dangerous.

Much better, but still potentially dangerous.

I'd recommend something more non-committal

"No more than usual", or "No. Comparatively speaking, no."

That should give you a two-pace head start, and if you're prudent, you'll keep the machete in a locked drawer...

SC

I'll stick to "we need to get going in a minute, are you almost ready?"

I'll stick to "we need to get going in a minute, are you almost ready?"

I wish I'd thought of that before she got the hit man's business card...

SC

If your wife is Thai her mother gave her one as a wedding present.

I stand corrected.

I stand on two.

Sorry to hear about your situation.

Old war wound?

I stand corrected.

I stand on two.

Sorry to hear about your situation.

Old war wound?

ooooops, dun work, sowwy.

The new breadwinner in the UK:

Here’s how a doctor explains it:

A woman in her late 20's came to the hospital today with her 8th pregnancy

She said to me "My mum told me that I am the breadwinner for the family."

I asked her to explain. She said that she can make babies and babies get money from the State for the family.

It goes like this:

The Grandma calls the Department for work and pensions, and states that the unemployed daughter is not capable of caring for all of her kids. DWP agrees, and tells her the children will need to go into foster care.

The Grandma then volunteers to be the foster parent, and receives a cheque for £700 per child each month.

Total yearly income:

£58,800 soon to become £67200 when the 8th one is born, tax-free and nobody has to go to work!

In fact, they get more if there is no husband/father/man in the home! The brother does not count.

Not to mention free dental treatment, free housing, free council tax free school dinners, free tuition fees at college or Uni, free eyecare and glasses, free prescriptions and various other benefits...

Total value of all benefits combined probably approaching £100,000 per annum which would require an income of around £148000 to create.

That's about my salary as a senior consultant with years of experience and surgical skills in a central London teaching hospital.

Indeed, Grandma was correct that her fertile daughter is the "breadwinner" for the family.

This is how the politicians spend our taxes. When this generous programme was invented in the '60s, the Great Society architects forgot to craft an end date... and now we are hopelessly overrun with people who vote only for those who will continue to keep them on the dole.....

No wonder our country is broke!

Worse, our Muslim brothers have been paying attention, and by mandating that each Muslim family have eleven children, they will soon replace the voting bloc above and can be running this country.

Are we alarmed yet, is anybody listening?

Sincerely,

Sebastian J. Ciancino - Urologist,

Guys Hospital trust - London

Don't forget to pay your taxes!!

There are a lot of “breadwinners” depending on you!

Well? Is anybody listening??

Do we all have to wait for someone to translate this into Australian?

Re above - my reply deleted. Didn't notice the post date. (I'll get my hat...)

http://hat4uk.wordpress.com/2012/02/11/media-myths-2-the-strange-case-of-a-urologist-in-two-places-with-two-names-at-once/