Ty Korrigan

Probally an itinerant gardener...

Well I'm glad the old boy is still alive and well...  and I want to publicly request the KKK remove her shirt and P.M me the resulting image... cough.

Bad dog... Bed, NO BISCUIT!... Aw...nuts!  My Milou is a better dog for passing the puppy stage whilst still being a puppy/killer at 2years 4 months... I read somewhere... all dogs are bad dogs but some dogs are badder than others...  Lovely images....

He did it again tonight...  We went out for a promenade and he disappeared off to the etang. Alot of barking from various tunnels but I gave up on him and left. In less than an hour Milou appeared carrying a baby ragondin and when he saw me he tossed it high over and over again. I have left him to his meal now... I don't think this one hurt him though...

Hello,  Yesterday I recieved my fourth amende for not stopping...  I had slowed down to a crawl but then the Gendarme stepped out from nowhere and told me that for cash he would make it 22euros or I could pay later...90euros...my call... Guess I deserved it...

Richard... You used word 'Yeah'... have you been hanging about with rough children again....?  

No...  but it is much reduced in character and my Milou can beat it up now in its weakend state... buoyed on by his Coypu kill...

Hah!  So now,   Is most of Radio Four and all of Radio Three much in the same vein...? When I read the link to 'Mornington Crescent' I found it very soporifique... In fact it reminded me of listening to a lecturer at horticulture college we call 'Herb' Robert Gray...  I would get up early to fall asleep on a train to Guildford only to sleep the day away at college as 'Herb' droned on about budding, grafting and stratifying the seeds of Taxus baccata... Since I left college I have used prehaps one percent of the knowledge gained as all I get to do is cut grass....Grass.... reminds me...  Oh! I was asked to set up several large hydroponic units in old farm units once for which I spent 18months in Ford open before I came here.... I thought that they where for tomatoes!  I got my own back by planting young cannabis plants outside the police station in Chichester in the displays! You know there are apparantly laws here about growing opium poppies... even the ornamental ones.... Did I ever tell you lot about my neighbours mad Breton Spaniel...? The one what bit me and drew blood 3 times running and the owner laughed 3 times running....?  I tossed it a lump of meat treated with the ground up seeds of  Taxus baccata... Quiet round here now...  

Mornington crescent is just an intellectual joke... isn't it...?  Nothing I have read makes any sense... Its like the Spitting Image sketch entitled 'Two old farts talk bollocks' which is based upon almost any interview by Melvin Bragg...

Dick,  Could you please explain the game to me... I have listened but the play goes over my head....  Ta, Ty

URGH!

Evening...  The vet has given Milou more antibiotics but say's the bites will heal without stitches. I have wheelbarrowed the corpse deep into a maize field where I hope I may feast my eyes on buzzards feasting on coypu...  Ty  

Excellent! Great start!  Good Luck!

Thanks, I shall tell him that!  I have given him a whole tin of sardines this evening as a treat...

 You see the size of it compared to Milou in my current avatar. He didn't escape unscathed though... he has a dreadfull bite to the face in the same area as before. At least the vets here are less expensive than the U.K.

Well blow me! The little fella only went back and killed the copyu that savaged him the other day. I shall spare you all the details but he eventually drowned it after dragging it out of the burrow. I can see another vets bill coming up...

Hello, When I lived near Settle, an owner of a holiday home once complained about noise of my renovation... I explained it drowned out the voices in my head and waved my drill at them...They left later that day but as the situation escallated I did spend a night in Skipton police station and did eventually end up with an A.S.B.O which enforced hours of renovation and limited my contact with certain neighbours.  So I finished in due course my renovation and put it up for sale. Sold to second viewer in days! The day before my move, I emptied my freezer of the trout I had poached from the river Ribble with a crab line and a worm...That night I climbed onto my roof and made my way across the ridge and inserted half a dozen trout down the capped flues of the two most hated neighbours holiday homes... It was a warm May...  

One pint of 1649/Picon later... Brain temperature normal.... I am not sure if it was JRRT what wrote it or if it was something inserted into the film script by the fat beardy bloke in Deirdre Barlow glasses who directed the epic... Helms deep and all seems lost so Aragorn and Gimli 'exit stage left' through a secret door by the main gate/draw bridge. It is there those immortal/imoral words is uttered... You'll have to toss me...the distance is too great.... you'll have to toss me! but don't tell the Elf..(Legolas)  Anyway.. in Laniscat dept.22 there is an ossary full of bones that judging by the size of the skulls once belonged to either children or the little people...a bird is nesting in one....

Hello, are there really enough English farmers in your area to support you? Second home owners you come across aplenty but farmers... I wish you all the best though.

Happy Fathers day...  I had a taste of what it must be like to be a dwarf when I took on a Danish girlfriend called Lotta Hjetting. She was 1m 86cm in height and when I visited her in Copenhagen all her friends where likewise tall and blonde. This thread has put me in mind of poor Gimli in The Lord of the Rings who told Aragorn to toss him but not to tell the Elf... I felt that the dwarvish race was seriously under represented in Tolkiens 3 classic tomes and that Gimli was simply a token 'Person of restricted growth'.  Tolkiens was clearly obsessed with tall Anglosaxon figures and I am glad that he never met my Lotta or I would have had to fight him for her no doubt in a middle earth fashion on horseback in New Zealand which is currently out of my budget. At 1m 66cm I am still sadly height restricted in my parents own house where they have hidden the chocolate biscuits out of my reach on a high shelf and have also hidden all available chairs and ladders. This is a hangup from my riotous schooldays as a pupil at that correctional institution known as Portsmouth Grammar when I would eat everything set before me (except vegetables, meats and fruit) in order to grow up big and strong and so avoid being mistaken for a dwarf by the 6th formers who would ill use small boys or being taken up for a powder monkey by a roving press gang when the fleet was in.  I have been repointing a wall in the sun today and my brain is boiled...

Evening...  If this catagory is not obvious to the authorities could it concievably be that it don't exist...? Out of interest...how would you find work and who would you work for...? I mean farming communities here are pretty tight knit and unless you are in with the community who do you hope will employ you...? Have you asked the Chambre de Agriculture just what farmers do in France when they want extra help...? Prehaps there is another way...  

Its all over the Ouest France here in 22...

Afternoon... Contact the Mutual society agricole for advice. M.S.A... They are responsible for the financial side of farming, horticultural and related entreprises. Ty

Hello, too hot to point up my walls so I am hiding from the sun.... When I first came here my french girlfriends mother made me sign on as unemployed as there are many benefits to doing so. Reductions for cinemas, concerts and the like... When I started up my entreprise I was able to claim a partial exhonouration from my social charges some 65% during the second year of trading. It 'was' the first year but the M.S.A change their minds like girls in an underwear department... There is also finance/loans/grants available to help kick start your business and importantly you can also claim the R.M.I which for a single person is 430euros per month if you are on a low income as a self employed person. Although sometimes claiming this can be a miserable and humiliating experience it is something you are entitled to so if you don't ask you don't get. Had I not had a native family behind me I am sure that I would never have claimed anything. However... I have since found out another way out of social charges....  If I return to my former lifestyle living in a touring caravan or tent/yurt then camp on land belonging to a friend I may register as a 'Gent de voyage' and pay around 300euros for the year in social charges but in return I have no social rights such as medical care.  Not that I would do that unless my girlfriend and I split but the option is there...

An old boy called Ray...American I think...ill or very infirm. Avatar was of himself in Ray charles glasses. Did he give up on this forum or pass away...? Thinking of Teamedup going off reminded me of others who you never here from now...