Heartland

"Breathing becomes easier. Your bronchial tubes begin to relax and your energy levels increase. The skin becomes clearer and more radiant".

Chinny reckon as we used to say at school.

Still, not quite as bad tempered as yesterday and have found that some hard as nails techno on the mp3 is helping to dissipate the tension so thank you Billy Nasty

And the odd comment from people on here is really motivational which is strange in its own way (as I have met precisely none of you) but very welcome

Mrs RicheyJames wrote:I know is should stop. I know it's not good for me....Blah blah blah blah....I'll stop when I get preggers again and not before. I've tried. I don't have the willpower unless I'm doing it for someone else. Was a piece of p*ss giving up when I found out I was preggers. Funny thing, the mind.

Oh RICHEY, we have a job for you...

ruffers wrote:"and have found that some hard as nails techno on the mp3 is helping to dissipate the tension

We'll have some of that ready for you by Monday, Ruffers, if you need any more.

"Chinny reckon"



not heard that for years...

It was always chinny rackon when I was a kid for some odd reason.

Maybe this is just me, but since I quit smoking 5 1/2 years ago, my taste, smell etc hasn't improved. I feel no different now than I did 6 years ago.

Maybe that's because I drink more now?

Quiff Boy wrote:"Chinny reckon"



not heard that for years...

WTF does that mean?

I used to be really f**king hardline anti-smoking, when I was in my teens (maybe because everyone else was taking it up and that's just the kind of contrary Mary that I am), but I've mellowed a lot in recent years.

Someday soon I'll be on 60-a-day, I just know it...

Erm Boudicca dear? WTF are Joy Division oven gloves?

Mrs RicheyJames wrote:Erm Boudicca dear? WTF are Joy Division oven gloves?

I was about to ask the exact same thing.

Mrs RicheyJames wrote:Erm Boudicca dear? WTF are Joy Division oven gloves?

Half Man Half Biscuit song...

*looks at feet*

Sorry miss.

Oh. I thought you'd been all clever and made some or summit!!

Mrs RicheyJames wrote:Oh. I thought you'd been all clever and made some or summit!!

What they would actually look like... I have no idea...

When the dish is too hot
You’ll never guess what
I’ve got Joy Division oven gloves

It was her desire
I put my fingers in the fire
Cos I’ve got Joy Division oven gloves

I’ve got Joy Division oven gloves

Ooh, ooh, tropical diseases
Ooh, ooh, chemical alarm
Ooh, ooh, I’m a little blasé

In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves



Rather alarmingly, when I googled to get those lyrics to hand, I found them on a "White Nationalist Community" website...

Mrs RicheyJames wrote:

Quiff Boy wrote:"Chinny reckon"



not heard that for years...

WTF does that mean?

Accompanied by a stroking motion of the hand over the chin, it means "you're lying".

See also "Jimmy Hill".

Ah. We used to say, "itchy chin."

Here in Glesga, we just say...

"Aye right y'are!"

Dark wrote:

ruffers wrote:"and have found that some hard as nails techno on the mp3 is helping to dissipate the tension

We'll have some of that ready for you by Monday, Ruffers, if you need any more.

Always room for more hard as nails techno in my world Dark, bring it on

Where did the oven gloves come from? I am very, very confused although sadly not in the slightest bit drunk. Cigarettes? I sh|t 'em.

One week down, a lifetime to go.

ruffers wrote:One week down, a lifetime to go.

well done - the first week is the worst, and it just gets easier and easier from then on.

Let's celebrate your rehabilitation into none-smoking society, here, have a cigar.

Now that's been under consideration. Once or twice a week, a cigar after dinner with a glass of fine port. No need though.

I don't smoke. At all.