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I think they planned it that way, so you are obligated to buy two.LOL!The pub is bang opposite the post office Bob, so it seemed like a reasonable detour!
I checked the menu, and they have sneakily reduced the size of the burgers from 4oz to 3oz. I'd have got a second burger, but I usually find one enough
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Gotta have my daily dose of Vitamin C.
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After I'd eaten/snacked, I decided to get another beer, and drink it outside, while I read my book.
I was impressed by the colourful character on the left, he might be missing a spot on the Leeds Market Wall of Fame!
I was impressed by the colourful character on the left, he might be missing a spot on the Leeds Market Wall of Fame!
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Wow! Pink moccasins even!After I'd eaten/snacked, I decided to get another beer, and drink it outside, while I read my book.
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I was impressed by the colourful character on the left, he might be missing a spot on the Leeds Market Wall of Fame!
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Yeah, when he was walking up the incline, he was wearing a pink shirt, with a pink sweater draped over his shoulders! He was struggling to put the sweater on, and his friend had to help him. It was almost touching
Have to say, we don't see a lot of pink round here! 
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Yes. I 'm not sure if I was in Ann Arbor or in Lansing at the time; probably Lansing, Ann Arbor is so long ago.Nothing more powerful Pete!
Was that actually true Jer?!
It probably wasn't the whole face, but a fox came in off of a fire-escape and attacked the younger of two girls sharing a bedroom. The screams of the older girl alerted the parents.
And the family did need police protection from the animal lovers who resented the bad press for foxes, which they just knew couldn't be true.
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Never had a fox scream hysterically throughout my entire dinner out at a restaurant.
just saying...
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Cool pic
I remember hearing a racket one night, sounded like a fox gang-fight! 
They had tried to get at my neighbour's chicken, but their dog saw them off. I looked out of my back window, and saw 3 bounding across my garden, and another on the small road beyond. I've heard foxes making a worse racket though!
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Thanks,Cool pic
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!Down here in South Florida, we've got a pretty healthy population of foxes (I've heard tell that they were originally brought down here for fox-hunting events held on what is now the historic Biltmore Hotel's golf course), but they're very timid. They're only seen at night and will typically run away from domestic house cats, in fact, one of my cats was nearly hit by a car whilst chasing a fox across the street one evening.
Down here, it's the inconsiderate parents of small children that are the real nuisance. I'd be willing to help broker a 1:1 deal, inconsiderate parents for foxes, with the UK as a gesture of international friendship.
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Thanks.
I remembered that pretty well for a thirteen year old story.
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Guardians, the screen is beginning to shimmer, wavy lines run up and down, while the spooky music plays once again, and we are transported back in time, and place, to Whitby, last Saturday afternoon! As you may recall, it was raining cats, dogs, frogs, goats, and all sorts of other animals, such was the torrential downpour the town was subjected to!
I was, however, drying out, with a pint, in a modern pub called 'Beer O'Clock'. Not a great pub, for sure, but it was dry inside, had plenty of beer, and my hotel was not far away
Then, I received a call from Tool Man, who always manages to make it sound like it's someone else's fault he can't use his phone, and told me, in a less than appealing voice, "We're in t'Pier! We're in t'pub!" When I asked him where this pub was, he cited a location about a mile and a half away. I told him where I was, but it was like talking to a moron. In fact it was exactly that! But even morons would do well to have some manners! 
I continued drinking my pint, and decided to look which dump of a pub the useless gobshite was drinking in, since he has about as much chance of finding a decent pub, as being recruited by the Royal Ballet When I looked on my phone, I could see it was absolutely nowhere near where he'd said, but was one of a couple of awful pubs on my side of the harbour, that serve rotten beer to stupid drunks all day.
The rain began to slow to a drizzle, and as the pub was not all that far away, I decided to make a visit.
Down at the bridge, the river was swollen with brown water, washed down from the hills, and carrying all sorts of flotsam and jetsam. There'd be no evening boat-trips tonight
I found The Pier where I had expected to, opposite the end of Ambush Alley, surrounded by thick-looking, chain-smoking, loud-mouthed, drunken Geordies. On entering, I had a quick look round, but couldn't see Tool Man, or his gang. I figured they'd be tucked away somewhere, so went to the bar for a pint. While I was waiting, Mrs Tool Man appeared, on her way to the bathroom, and I got her a drink, and one for her son's girlfriend, who it turned out were the extent of the party. Lolly had obviously told me where Tool Man was located, concealed behind a large pillar, and when I suddenly appeared, he looked more than startled, he looked frightened, and clearly wasn't sure if I had come to have a pint with him, or give him a thorough beating - which in that particular pub, I would probably have got away with!
I said hello to Lolly's lad, who seems like a nice young man, but somewhat preoccupied with his phone, and the loudness of the pub, allowed me to have a good word with Tool Man.
In 1557, nearby Scarborough Castle was attacked without warning, and quickly taken under control, which gave rise to a Yorkshire phrase, to give a 'Scarborough warning', meaning to give a warning which comes too late to be of any use, or even no warning at all. Tool Man, and some of his friends, are fond of this phrase, but being ignorant of history, they use the phrase entirely inaccurately, meaning simply to give a warning of consequences to come. So, having given the quivering Tool Man the chance to lay the cause of his behaviour at the feet of some terrible illness, I gave him, in the language of his circle, a thorough, unabridged Scarborough.
I can't really go into why Tool Man would be so thoroughly intimidated, but suffice to say, it was entirely expected. What I had not envisioned was his rude behaviour in the first place, most of which had taken place over the phone of course. Lolly returned, thanking me for the drinks, and I acted as if nothing at all had happened. Tool Man was rather pale-looking, but his thorough grovelling must just have seemed as if he was being unusually friendly, and generous. Nobody else seemed to notice that he was acting as if he was appearing in a hostage video! Such was the conviviality on display that Mrs Tool Man decided she would take a photo, and borrowed her son's phone to do so. Unfortunately, it took her several minutes to take the photo, so all I have is the posed one below. What actually happened though, was that, as soon as Lolly first pointed the camera, I lunged across the table at Tool Man, discreetly hitting him in the front of the throat with the web of my left hand, and putting my other hand behind his neck to throttle him. I shook his head a few times, while everyone thought my action, and Tool Man's terrified expression was hilarious. I released my grip after a few seconds, but then it was necessary to partially recreate the scene, which Tool Man gamely went along with!
There was no more mention of Tool Man's bad behaviour, and he insisted on buying the beers, and being as pleasant as could be. Sadly though, I'll not be going on anymore of these excursions
As you may recall, it was raining cats, dogs, frogs, goats, and all sorts of other animals, such was the torrential downpour the town was subjected to!
I was, however, drying out, with a pint, in a modern pub called 'Beer O'Clock'. Not a great pub, for sure, but it was dry inside, had plenty of beer, and my hotel was not far away
Then, I received a call from Tool Man, who always manages to make it sound like it's someone else's fault he can't use his phone, and told me, in a less than appealing voice, "We're in t'Pier! We're in t'pub!" When I asked him where this pub was, he cited a location about a mile and a half away. I told him where I was, but it was like talking to a moron. In fact it was exactly that! But even morons would do well to have some manners! I continued drinking my pint, and decided to look which dump of a pub the useless gobshite was drinking in, since he has about as much chance of finding a decent pub, as being recruited by the Royal Ballet
When I looked on my phone, I could see it was absolutely nowhere near where he'd said, but was one of a couple of awful pubs on my side of the harbour, that serve rotten beer to stupid drunks all day.The rain began to slow to a drizzle, and as the pub was not all that far away, I decided to make a visit.
Down at the bridge, the river was swollen with brown water, washed down from the hills, and carrying all sorts of flotsam and jetsam. There'd be no evening boat-trips tonight
I found The Pier where I had expected to, opposite the end of Ambush Alley, surrounded by thick-looking, chain-smoking, loud-mouthed, drunken Geordies. On entering, I had a quick look round, but couldn't see Tool Man, or his gang. I figured they'd be tucked away somewhere, so went to the bar for a pint. While I was waiting, Mrs Tool Man appeared, on her way to the bathroom, and I got her a drink, and one for her son's girlfriend, who it turned out were the extent of the party. Lolly had obviously told me where Tool Man was located, concealed behind a large pillar, and when I suddenly appeared, he looked more than startled, he looked frightened, and clearly wasn't sure if I had come to have a pint with him, or give him a thorough beating - which in that particular pub, I would probably have got away with!
I said hello to Lolly's lad, who seems like a nice young man, but somewhat preoccupied with his phone, and the loudness of the pub, allowed me to have a good word with Tool Man.
In 1557, nearby Scarborough Castle was attacked without warning, and quickly taken under control, which gave rise to a Yorkshire phrase, to give a 'Scarborough warning', meaning to give a warning which comes too late to be of any use, or even no warning at all. Tool Man, and some of his friends, are fond of this phrase, but being ignorant of history, they use the phrase entirely inaccurately, meaning simply to give a warning of consequences to come. So, having given the quivering Tool Man the chance to lay the cause of his behaviour at the feet of some terrible illness, I gave him, in the language of his circle, a thorough, unabridged Scarborough.
I can't really go into why Tool Man would be so thoroughly intimidated, but suffice to say, it was entirely expected. What I had not envisioned was his rude behaviour in the first place, most of which had taken place over the phone of course. Lolly returned, thanking me for the drinks, and I acted as if nothing at all had happened. Tool Man was rather pale-looking, but his thorough grovelling must just have seemed as if he was being unusually friendly, and generous. Nobody else seemed to notice that he was acting as if he was appearing in a hostage video!
Such was the conviviality on display that Mrs Tool Man decided she would take a photo, and borrowed her son's phone to do so. Unfortunately, it took her several minutes to take the photo, so all I have is the posed one below. What actually happened though, was that, as soon as Lolly first pointed the camera, I lunged across the table at Tool Man, discreetly hitting him in the front of the throat with the web of my left hand, and putting my other hand behind his neck to throttle him. I shook his head a few times, while everyone thought my action, and Tool Man's terrified expression was hilarious. I released my grip after a few seconds, but then it was necessary to partially recreate the scene, which Tool Man gamely went along with!
There was no more mention of Tool Man's bad behaviour, and he insisted on buying the beers, and being as pleasant as could be. Sadly though, I'll not be going on anymore of these excursions
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Thanks,
Down here in South Florida, we've got a pretty healthy population of foxes (I've heard tell that they were originally brought down here for fox-hunting events held on what is now the historic Biltmore Hotel's golf course), but they're very timid. They're only seen at night and will typically run away from domestic house cats, in fact, one of my cats was nearly hit by a car whilst chasing a fox across the street one evening.
Down here, it's the inconsiderate parents of small children that are the real nuisance. I'd be willing to help broker a 1:1 deal, inconsiderate parents for foxes, with the UK as a gesture of international friendship.
LOL!
I'm not sure I'd swap the foxes for inconsiderate parents, they're regarded as an international pest 
Here, the size and behaviour of urban foxes is quite different to foxes in the countryside, which are extremely shy. I have to say, they've never caused me any harm, and I quite enjoy seeing the odd one, we don't have much wildlife here
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Thank you buddy!Looking good David
Thank you Jack!Cool vintage IXL David
Waboom sure isGood morning Guardians, nearly the end of the week
!Sure liked the pics of Whitby and the tractor show. Our tractor show is next weekend. I'm hoping they'll let me take the day off on Saturday so I can go. I love the tractor show. I look forward to it every year.
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I could solve the problem, not just reduce it, but my methods don't fit in with modern society apparently.