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 Hi; my friend is a manufacturer and supplier of silk ties and hand made shirts. Please send me a PM and I'll send you their details by return. For your interest they also have a very nice Bed & Breakfast in the Ascoli Piceno province of Le Marche. The owner / tie + shirt supplier is Italian but spent many years in Manchester UK so speaks excellent English, as does his wife who is in fact English.

 TTo be honest; having attended 'n' games at Twickenham the shine has worn off; we would stay at The Lensbury at Teddington; have a half-hearted attempt at a national conference then drag ourselves Sat. lunchtime to Twickenham for the game complete in blazer and collar/tie. Bloody bind I can tell you. After-match in the Rose Room with the players. When Italy played England at Twickenham Rugby World Cup 1999/200o it was me who wished the Italian "safe journey home" on the H.Q. P.A. system. Fell on dead ears even if Dominguez had scored under the posts. Fell to me also to translate 'live' the Italian President's speech on the Rose Room stage. Happy Days... Next weekend a certain 'Mr Ashton' has invited us to join him and Mrs. in Rome for the game; but I don't like big occasions, so hopefully he and his Mrs. will come over to us for a day or so of "drinking all he can lay his hands on in our cabinet". But, we don't do it very often, so I suppose we'll manage.

 Having worked for some years with Robertson; Sole and various Kiwis; Geldenhuys (S.A.) plus a myriad of Southern Hemisphere players, I can tell you that S.A. players are much brighter; so doesn't say too much for the Kiwi lads. Let's leave out the journeymen from Oz and the Argies... Pity you're many kms away; would be good to watch the England / Ireland game together here and sink a few bevvies. If you / + 1; feel like travelling we can put you up overnight!

 Yep...Hey Rosko; I'm maybe a bit simple in certain things, but I reckon life's too short to fall out with folks. I can do without all those people who like to spend their time putting the world to rights too much; and really enjoy reading the Forum even though many of the topics don't affect me a jot! In some ways we're like the true Italian piazza; lots of people all talking at the same time; no-one really listening only hearing; (strategic difference) and doing what lots of people do regularly; complaining at a distance, but on meeting face to face toning it all down. Sticks and stones etc... Let's all enjoy each others' company; create some positive mutual meeting points; and have a 'virtual' group hug. If not, we enter into the world of; you remember at school; the 'Mexican Stand-off' - "ner ner di ner ner...; just because you're losing..." Have a nice week, and if you're in our area, the kettle is always on...as we say in Derbyshire.."Ther's nowt wrong wi reet folk"..

 A farmer stopped by the local mechanic shop to have his truck fixed. They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would just walk home. On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and a gallon of paint. He then stopped by the feed store and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, struggling outside the store he now had a problem - how to carry his entire purchases home. While he was scratching his head he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost. She asked, "Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane ?" The farmer said, "Well, as a matter of fact, my farm is very close to that house I would walk you there but I can't carry this lot." The old lady suggested, "Why don't you put the can of paint in the bucket. Carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?" "Why thank you very much," he said and proceeded to walk the old girl home. On the way he says "Let's take my short cut and go down this alley. We'll be there in no time." The little old lady looked him over cautiously then said, I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me up against the wall, pull up my skirt, and have your way with me?" The farmer said, "Holy smokes lady! I'm carrying a bucket, a gallon of paint, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?" The old lady replied, "Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket; put the paint on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens”…  

 This seems a little daunting to start with but if you apply yourself you may find that it's not as difficult as you think. EXERCISE FOR PEOPLE OVER 50   Begin by standing on a comfortable surface, where you have plenty of room at each side.   With a 5-kg potato sack in each hand, extend your arms straight out from your sides and hold them there as long as you can. Try to reach a full minute, and then relax.   Each day you'll find that you can hold this position for just a bit longer.   After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-kg potato sacks.   Then try 25-kg potato sacks and then eventually try to get to where you can lift a 50-kg potato sack in each hand and hold your arms straight for more than a full minute. (I'm at this level.)   After you feel confident at that level, put a potato in each sack.  

 Hey mate; we can maybe suggest that the various forums all meet up; I'll provide the pitch, changing rooms and the custard pies; we can solve everything in about 20 mins or so. 6 Nations is very difficult to predict; being an ex-RFU employee for many years heart says England; being a coach tells me that Ireland used Italy as a run out then damage limitation and will do well; Wales need more discipline and Scotland a game structure; France seem to survive as headless chickens / cockerels that somehow get it right 75% of the time; and Italy; well; Italy; need to understand that they are lucky to be there, and throwing a few euros at it won't win a bean. Unfortunately, as I've said in t'Press; there's no points for style in Rugby, and you need to cross the white line. It's not artistic gymnastics or skating. What's your thoughts?

 Wiremu, a New Zealander, landed at Heathrow to watch the All Blacks & was not feeling well so he decided to see a doctor. "Hey doc, I don't feel so good, ey" said Wiremu. The doctor gave him a thorough examination and informed Wiremu that he had prostate problems, and that the only cure was testicular removal. "No way doc" replied Wiremu "I'm gitting a sicond opinion ey!" The second Pommy doctor gave Wiremu the same diagnosis and also advised him that testicular removal was the only cure. Not surprisingly, Wiremu refused the treatment. Wiremu was devastated but, with only hours to go before the All Blacks opening game he found an expat Kiwi doctor and decided to  get one last opinion from someone he could trust. The Kiwi doctor examined him and said  "Wiremu, you have prostate sukness ey". "What's  the cure thin doc ey?" asked Wiremu hoping for a different answer. "Wull, Wiremu", said the Kiwi  doctor "Wi're gonna huv to cut off your balls." "Phew, thunk god for thut!" said Wiremu, "those Pommy bastards wanted to take my test tickets off me!"   

 Hi Dylano; We've seen Kiwis growing in our area; at the height above sea level of the Salaria. I think they have been prefered to tomatoes as a cash crop as Kiwis seem to need more or less the same conditions as 'toms' to be cultivated successfully, and since so many families produce a domestic over-abundance of tomatoes anyway then it's easier to make a few euro via the Kiwi route.

 During a recent PASSWORD AUDIT at the Bank of Ireland it was found that Paddy O'Toole was using the following password:  MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLouieDeweyDonaldGoofyDublin. When Paddy was asked why he had such a long password: he replied ''Bejazus! are yez stupid? Shore Oi was told me password had to be at least 8 characters long and include one capital'' Don't ever think you can outwit the Irish!