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It sounds like a firm of solicitors
Like 'Con em, Floggit & Scarper'.

when my landline phone woke me up and the caller said
How did he get your number?

It sounds like a firm of solicitors

when my landline phone woke me up and the caller said

Time to switch the landline to ansaphone

My outgoing message used to be "I'm not...so you can't...but if you must... you know what to do and when to do it".
I've had folk in offices call, hang up straight away, then redial so that their colleagues could listen in - they thought it was brilliant.
My best pal thought it was just stupid....![]()

A couple that I knew sang a duet on their message, their own version of “hello this is Joanie I’m sorry but I’m not home” they used to get loads of calls when they were out during the day, just to listen to the message. To be fair it was brilliantMy outgoing message used to be "I'm not...so you can't...but if you must... you know what to do and when to do it".
I've had folk in offices call, hang up straight away, then redial so that their colleagues could listen in - they thought it was brilliant.
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My best pal thought it was just stupid....![]()
I just used the standard answerphone message, but with the words all jumbled up and rearranged...

It's on the gate plain as a pike staff as an out of hours number - that's one reason his wife had NO excuse for not askig / telling me about the car in the first place.Like 'Con em, Floggit & Scarper'.
How did he get your number?![]()
Back in the 80's I used to ride 8 miles each way to work each day, come rain, shine or snow. Often I'd be amongst the first vehicles along the road, virgin snow. I never actually got around to getting a 'winter bike' so I'd be on whatever big Kawasaki I had at the time.Winter ‘94 was the last nasty winter I can think of
It’s sticks in my mind as earlier that year I’d bought myself a rgv250 as a 21st birthday present.
It was pretty feisty with that two stroke power band in the snow and packed ice!


When I was sixteen I rode my fizzy across Dartmoor in snow. I arrived with a crust of it all down the front of my sheepskin flying jacket, on the front of my lid and my jeans. I can't imagine riding any bike through that now, even with proper kit and heated grips, which hadn't been invented then!Back in the 80's I used to ride 8 miles each way to work each day, come rain, shine or snow. Often I'd be amongst the first vehicles along the road, virgin snow. I never actually got around to getting a 'winter bike' so I'd be on whatever big Kawasaki I had at the time.
It never really worried me, how slippy it may have been, and I think I only ever dropped the bike once in snow, but the last few days I've looked at the weather forecast ... 'icy'... and been petrified of taking the bike out.
I guess I was weaned onto snow from my first Honda 50, in 1976, but a 20 year break from winter riding has made me a big softie.![]()
We've had two brief flurries in two days, ten minutes at the most, here in the West Midlands, never even came close to sticking.Be careful what you wish for.![]()

Oh yes, I've arrived looking like a snowman before, or with my eye lashes from half shut.When I was sixteen I rode my fizzy across Dartmoor in snow. I arrived with a crust of it all down the front of my sheepskin flying jacket, on the front of my lid and my jeans. I can't imagine riding any bike through that now, even with proper kit and heated grips, which hadn't been invented then!

I used to have the handshaking challenge sequences of a 1200 baud modem as the outgoing message on my answer machine.My outgoing message used to be "I'm not...so you can't...but if you must... you know what to do and when to do it".
I've had folk in offices call, hang up straight away, then redial so that their colleagues could listen in - they thought it was brilliant.
My best pal thought it was just stupid....![]()
I arrived where the then girlfriend worked in my Westfield in snow - with no hood, wearing a flying jacket, Biggle hat, scarf etc - she didn't recognise the snowman until I got the snow covered clothing offOh yes, I've arrived looking like a snowman before, or with my eye lashes from half shut.![]()

I think going soft gets us all eventually!Back in the 80's I used to ride 8 miles each way to work each day, come rain, shine or snow. Often I'd be amongst the first vehicles along the road, virgin snow. I never actually got around to getting a 'winter bike' so I'd be on whatever big Kawasaki I had at the time.
It never really worried me, how slippy it may have been, and I think I only ever dropped the bike once in snow, but the last few days I've looked at the weather forecast ... 'icy'... and been petrified of taking the bike out.
I guess I was weaned onto snow from my first Honda 50, in 1976, but a 20 year break from winter riding has made me a big softie.![]()
Where I used to be based, the answerphone recorded the local pisshead trying to make up with his girlfriend, via a recorded message. It was hilarious, we played it to everyone who came in...A couple that I knew sang a duet on their message, their own version of “hello this is Joanie I’m sorry but I’m not home” they used to get loads of calls when they were out during the day, just to listen to the message. To be fair it was brilliant
What was the sheeps name?Where I used to be based, the answerphone recorded the local pisshead trying to make up with his girlfriend, via a recorded message. It was hilarious, we played it to everyone who came in...
Only on week days .In bed? I thought farmers were up driving the tractors around the roads from 7 to 9am.
What was the sheeps name?
BaaaabaaaraWhat was the sheeps name?



