I just received my birthday greeting from the forum - turned 68 yesterday. Who is joining me in the bar and, more importantly, who is going to help me find my tent afterwards?
Happy birthday to me
I just received my birthday greeting from the forum - turned 68 yesterday. Who is joining me in the bar and, more importantly, who is going to help me find my tent afterwards?
Hey, Happy Birthday Wayne. Hope it's a good one!
I'd be honoured to stand as your winger, and ensure you get home safe. However, I'm a bit far away to do that.
Nonetheless, a big Happy Birthday to you. May you have many more!
Mike
"Flying is learning to throw yourself at the ground and miss" Douglas Adams
"Wings of Glory won't skin your elbows and knees while practicing." OldGuy59
Gee you almost had your birthday on Australia Day!
Happy birthday, comrade.
Voilŕ le soleil d'Austerlitz!
Happy Birthday from the other side of the world.
I'll definitely have one with you.
Or maybe two ...
Coo! A dead heat in a Zeppelin race!
Oh yes, nearly forgot - Happy Birthday Wayne
Run for your life - there are stupid people everywhere!
Many happy returns of the day Wayne !
Sapiens qui vigilat... "He is wise who watches"
Happy Birthday Wayne - hope you have had a good one and found your way home safely
Happy Birthday
Hope your Day of Days was a memorable one (at least, in part), Wayne! Here's to many more
All the best,
Matt
Yes Happy Birthday Wayne, but surely you won't be drinking that cloudy muck called Coopers !!!! You will never find your tent.
Have a good one mate.
Geoff
A method of finding your tent in the dark.
Congratulations in reaching a fine age. I know cos' I've been there and done that. I even vaguely remember it.Originally Posted by Biggles downunder
As for getting back to your tent try this. Many years ago on a camping holiday in France (in fact my first holiday in France)I got very drunk on 2 ltr bottles of red wine which I remember cost a mere 50 centimes. I had to go to the loo which was some 2 to 300 yards away. The only way I could figure to get back to the tent, well next door's tent actually as we were having a get together, was to line myself up with my back to a large pine tree and then make a beeline for the next tree not more than 10 yards away. Most times I made landfall and sometimes I found the tree. I did finally make it back carrying a very large frog which I had picked up on the way. This frog I gave to the wife on my arrival. It wasn't a very loud scream!
There are of course at least two things you need for this method of travel. A large pine forest with conveniently spaced trees and a complete disregard for health and safety. Great holiday though, it must have been as we continued to holiday in France at least once a year until quite recently.
Mine's a large red wine by the way but then you knew that, didn't you.
Hope your birthday celebrations went according to plan. Did you find your tent?
Happy Birthday, Wayne!
Happy Birthday, Wayne!
Happy Birthday Wayne, see you in the mess for a tipple or three
Happy Birthday Wayne!
"We do not stop playing when we get old, but we get old when we stop playing."
Happy birthday, Wayne!
Happy Birthday, Wayne!
Wayne a belated happy birthday, all the best and plenty more of 'em too.
See you on the Dark Side......
Congratulations, Wayne! Another milestone reached
A belated happy birthday Wayne
Thanks so much chaps for all your best wishes - bar found, drinks consumed, tent nowhere to be found! Oh wait, I'm on the wrong side of the airfield.
Happy Birthday Wayne. Wow, 68. Congratulations.
I'll join you in a drink or three. Let's start off with a beer and a shot. And then go from there.
Happy Birthday Wayne.
Hm, kind of reminds me of this little story:
I had eighteen bottles of whiskey in my cellar, and I was told by my partner to empty the contents of each and every bottle down the sink – OR ELSE…
So, I said I would, and proceeded with the unpleasant task. I withdrew the cork from the first bottle, and poured the contents down the sink, with the exception of one glass which I drank. I extracted the cork from the second bottle and did likewise with it, with the exception of one glass which I drank.
I then withdrew the cork from the third and poured the contents down the sink, which I drank. I pulled the cork from the fourth bottle down the sink, and poured the bottle down the glass which I drank. I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next and drank one sink out of it, then threw the rest down the glass. I pulled the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork down the bottle.
Then I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink and drank the pour. When I had everything emptied, I steadied the house with one hand, counted the glasses, corks, bottles and sink with the other, which were seventy-nine, and as the house came by I counted them again and finally had all the houses in one bottle which I drank.
I am not under the affluence of incohol, way the by, though some thinkle peep I am. I am not half as thunk as you might drink. I fool so feelish, I don’t know which is me and the drunker I stand here the longer I get!
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