Friday, 9 April 2010

10 comments:

powdergirl said...

Yeah, I skipped my meds today too : )

Blue Eyes said...

Hope it's a long boozy lunch.

Vetnurse said...

Not at 30 minutes it isn't BE :-)

Blue Eyes said...

30 minutes is never 30 minutes with those signs...

Stressed Out Cop said...

Where has he gone - on holiday ??

Blue Eyes said...

ONTHERAMPAGE!

allcoppedout said...

'Out to lunch' used to translate into 'stuck up an old dripper' (a quick one with an old tom). I was once surprised to be asked what I meant when I told my charge officer sergeant a particularly noxious inspector was (i.e. stuck up an old dripper). He rummaged in his locked desk drawer for a while, then let me take a peek at some particularly lewd photographs of the said inspector 'at work'. I was just back from London and had taken to practising Metropolitan police slang on my county (bumpkin) colleagues.
The old sergeant made no verbal comment, but his eyes said 'Stick that up your Cockney rhyming-slang ass wiseguy'. He went on to detail the number of days, hours and minutes left until retirement, less leave and time due. His way of sending me to make the tea. I inherited the photos, for control purposes, at his retirement do. Of course, I hasten to say, in Hog's case, the dripper in question could only be a BSA Bantam under reconstruction!

Hogday said...

Proof, as if it were needed, that the quantity and quality of comments I get are often inversely proportional to the amount I actually write :)

As for Allcopped`, how does he know I used to have a Bantam, that dripped onto Mums kitchen floor as I tried to ream out the ports?

Back from a 30 hrs, 600 mile round trip on the bike. No aches or pains, they start later when I get back to work.

Anyway, thanks from me to all of the above who showed a real touch of comic class. I must do more `pictures only posts`.

allcoppedout said...

You are under more scrutiny than you know Hog. Start stuffing that brown envelope with cash or I'll publish the pictures! They'd be of my own Bantam and Mum's floor. I can't ride anymore due to diabetic dizziness. Not a bad cold-call though. I suspect the statistical chance old aficionados like us not having had a leaky Bantam as low as that of one of a mystic's audience of 500 not having an Auntie Mary.
The inspector 'out to lunch' became an ACC somewhere. Perhaps we should have done our management development with different old drippers! He was actually quite a good boss, compared with Bramshill Flyers.

Hogday said...

I also had a BSA B40 that dripped like a Bonneville. I used to ride it to The Ace before it wass closed in `69. I loved that Beezer. I was down in Brighton a few years back and saw a new Bonnie - no tiny puddle of oil underneath it, nothing, not a spot. I felt cheated.