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I did all sorts of crap jobs but the one that stands out is turkey plucker . That smell will never leave me. Sometimes the adults couldn't wait for the man to bring another and strangle it so did it themselves and quite often pulled the head clean off.
Mulletman, I know who Alfa is in real life, as do maybe a dozen or 2 people on this bb. I don't know the others but I can assure you he is eminently qualified to make every statement and observation and comment that he does based on his qualifications, attained knowledge and personal experience.
Picked him up from Heathrow - or Thiefrow as they call it around here.
Going to some Spiderman convention or something.
Nice geezer. Asked me what I thought about Vanadium. Well I used to watch Saturday night live from the London one but I give it up after Russell Brand died.
Fortune said he hadn't died. Wishful thinking I suppose.
So he's telling me about these flow battery things. To be honest it was just like uncle Bob. Went right over my head.
Then started to pretend electric light was something new and said he was building a factory to make it. You'd think an educated man like him would have heard of Terry Edison but there you go.
Anyway I felt a bit bad when he gave me a tip. You know, taking him the long way round. Like you do.
Gave me another tip about shares but you ain't getting away with that in my cab sonny boy. Everybody pays their whack. No sharing in my world.
Well, must go. The Misses has got a hotpot in the Ninja foodi 9 in one multicooker.
Well what can you say about the year? I mean, honestly? Uness you were married to Maradona then the year could have definitely gone better.
We have suffered badly this year. What with Clive's lumbago and the interest rates and our Melanie's phantom pregnancy with the greengrocers Metro sexual son/daughter it's been quite a to do all year I can tell you!
Still we shouldn't complain apparently. So they say. Whoever 'they' are?
Now Clive and I have never been complainers. I admit we did have a slight niggle at the beginning of the whole 'garlic bread' fiasco but nobody will blame us for that I'm sure given you all subscribe to the biggot weekly like us.
At least I hope you all do!!! How funny would that be if I posted on the wrong site and you were all ******ed?
So Bushveld Minerals. I thought it a fanny shaving razor company when Clive first told me about it. Given the salt roast process I thought you'd need some Minerals to do it!
Anyway, Doris from black widow cottage up the road said her deceased husband, Trevor, also bought shares in Bushveld Minerals and he was treasurer of the Flimpton and Buggery brass band association so he clearly had some financial nous about him. Although a very small member according to Doris.
She is still hopeful of getting bail and doing a runner to blandyardfestingyog with Llewellyn but I fear she is being over optimistic. Ms Grunchly, the magistrate did express the opinion that she was a flight risk and given her pilots licence and private jet it is hard to disagree.
So, we have lots of mines and processing facilities. An electrolyte factory around the corner. Substantial finacial interests in the worlds leading VRFB suppliers. We are earning shed loads of money and increasing production and reducing costs by the day. Vanadium prices are on an upward curve like when we went to 49p a share in 2018.
So what? Doesn't mean the SP is going to go up now does it?
Well good luck and happy new anyway.
So Harry was saying to me, you know what he's like, he heard about this stock from some posh bird. Well I'm always up for a nice boat full of Royal Navy. Makes or breaks your Sunday roast that does. But he said it aint like a stock you use for cooking so that plan went Pete Tong from the get go.
Anyway Harry, well you know what he's like, he met this posh bird at 3 gin Betty's peace rally and managed to have a natter before it all kicked off and the ambulances started queuing up.
She had a funny old name. Jocasta I think. But cracking nuts apparently. Well let's be fair we can all get over a stupid name for a decent set of thruppenys.
Now as it happens she was right off her thruppenys and as Brahms as you like.
So Harry, well you know what he's like, gets her in the jamjar and down the frog before you can say Des O'Connor. A pony on a Travelodge and before you know it he's sunk to the nuts working on his equal opportunity thesis.
Now Harry, well you know what he's like, chip off the old block. His old man, Harry, was a great man. He went down in history. And he fingered a bird in geography.
So never one to pass up an opportunity he pumps her. He also gets some info from some posh git she knows who sharpens pencils for some fancy firm in the city. Montgomery and Montgomery or something.
Turns out there's this tasty little firm in the south somewhere flying under the radar churning out some Vanadium. Flake, electrolyte, these boys can supply it all. Well it's been a while since I been in a Vanadium den I can tell you. Harry the hatchets coming out party if I remember rightly. He'd only been up the big house for 18 moon but Harry did the catering and well. You know what he's like.
The BMN massive they call them. Some geezer calls himself Fortune is the Don. All fancy suits and Spiderman boxer shorts so they say.
Anyway Harry says I should grab a piece of this early doors. You know what he's like.