few years back we was was in some birds apartments when we noticed that they'd filled in the names and addresses on their postcards but not the spiel about the holiday. We thought it would be a good idea to save them the hassle by 'borrowing' the postcards before putting down the details ourselves, hence messages like 'Hi Nan had 8 ***** this week and got done up the **** by the biggest **** i've ever seen'

Oh.

I bet thats what their nan said

Hilarious little tykes aren't you. By the way, nobody cares.

Ironic

Indeed.

Backrow saint, have u got any good holiday stories ? Did you ever buy a Rolex off an angry man by the beach?

I have plenty good holiday stories, mostly from when I've played rugby all over the world. However, this isn't the place to share them and nobody would care about them.

Ohhh you sound like a right lad. Did you have tshirts. I bet yours was no. 69

Current favourite for pointless post of the month.

Nope the only numbers on shirts we had we're our playing shirts. Mine was 8.

What else is in the running

I'm not going to bother coming on this pointless thread again. Goodbye.

Bit of trivia for that number . Are you aware Anderson for Manchester united wears that number , he is the only preniership player to look like his own squad number. Van Der sat doesn't count now he's retired

Ok thanks for the visit.

Poor. Very poor. Still raised a smile on a gloomy message board. keep up the good work Beefy

Thanks. Shouldn't be gloomy on here leigh are doing well good. Mick Nani is my favourite

Thats an old joke bill , who told you that one ?

Here you go Billy, one of my holiday mishap's



We were on holiday once staying on the first floor, we’d been there about a week and never set foot in the lift, then one day on returning from the beach, as we arrived at the stairway I saw the lift open, I ran and jokingly shouted I’ll race you, I jumped into the lift quickly turned round pressed number one, the lift set off and I was stood there with my nose against the lift door in anticipation of needing a quick exit to ensure victory. The lift stopped, I was ready to pounce as soon as the doors opened........ nothing happed, I pressed the door open button, still nothing happened, I heard the wife say, “Beat you!”

I pressed the button again, still nothing happened, I pressed number one, nothing, the wife said “Come on!”

“I can’t get out!” I replied, she just laughed, “Don’t laugh its not funny the lifts broke press the buttons on your side”, the damn woman was still laughing, I kicked the door, I was desperately trying to prise the doors open, at 30 plus degrees trapped in the lift, panic was starting to set in, I shouted for help, I pressed the alarm, the wife said “What you doing?”

“I’m trapped!” I told her, she was to hysterical to speak, "STOP LAUGHING" .

I could see a chink of light at the bottom of the doors, I was now on my hands and knees trying to desperately claw my way out of the lift, in between shouting for help through the smallest of gaps, I then heard a voice with a Spanish accent say “Most guests depart the lift via these doors behind you Sir”

As I turned around the doors were wide open and what appeared to be all the reception staff and about 10 guest all stood there laughing at me, no sign of the wife other than a water trail that lead to our room.

pmsl