Conspiracy theory nutters
I keep getting collared by a bloke who says that the war in Afghanistan is a cover for our Illuminati Freemason Shapeshifting Lizard masters to corner the market in mind-bending drugs. "It's true," he says, "I heard it on TalkSport". Tell us your stories of encounters with tinfoil hatters.
Thanks to Davros' Granddad
( , Thu 27 Aug 2009, 13:52)
I keep getting collared by a bloke who says that the war in Afghanistan is a cover for our Illuminati Freemason Shapeshifting Lizard masters to corner the market in mind-bending drugs. "It's true," he says, "I heard it on TalkSport". Tell us your stories of encounters with tinfoil hatters.
Thanks to Davros' Granddad
( , Thu 27 Aug 2009, 13:52)
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This reminds me of a Roald Dahl book
I just can't think of the name of it :)
( , Mon 31 Aug 2009, 11:32, 2 replies)
I just can't think of the name of it :)
( , Mon 31 Aug 2009, 11:32, 2 replies)
Danny
champion of the world, perchance?
There's a great bit in that book involving pheasant poaching using horse hair to tickle the birds' throat. Incidentally, my grandad and his brother used to poach pheasants too. They hid a shotgun wrapped in an old army greatcoat on the railway line near their village, then went out around 11:30ish, collecting the gun on route to the woods where the pheasants slept in the trees. They'd find some roosting birds, take aim and wait for the church bells to start chiming for midnight before giving them both barrels, in time with the ding-dongs.
They had loads of stories like this. I'll probably post some more someday.
( , Mon 31 Aug 2009, 13:33, closed)
champion of the world, perchance?
There's a great bit in that book involving pheasant poaching using horse hair to tickle the birds' throat. Incidentally, my grandad and his brother used to poach pheasants too. They hid a shotgun wrapped in an old army greatcoat on the railway line near their village, then went out around 11:30ish, collecting the gun on route to the woods where the pheasants slept in the trees. They'd find some roosting birds, take aim and wait for the church bells to start chiming for midnight before giving them both barrels, in time with the ding-dongs.
They had loads of stories like this. I'll probably post some more someday.
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I think maybe you're thinking of Whiskey Galore or something simillar.
Although there's a bit of a difference between stealing coal or food to stop yourself dying, and beating up a bunch of sailors to steal some booze.
( , Tue 1 Sep 2009, 19:44, closed)
Although there's a bit of a difference between stealing coal or food to stop yourself dying, and beating up a bunch of sailors to steal some booze.
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