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The Blues want to relocate to Wembley for three years and a £20m-a-year deal has reportedly been agreed.But they have also held talks with the London Legacy Development Corporation (LLDC) about a temporary move to the Olympic Stadium, which will become West Ham's home from next season.It would mean West Ham receiving a significant discount on their £2.5m-a-year rent for the 60,000-seater stadium.
Chelsea are also understood to be considering a switch to Twickenham
Remind me how much are wet spam paying per season?
I've been trying to sell some things on craigslist recently. My real name is actually craig but it's not 'my' list as such. I've been ready with that joke but so far nobody has given me an opening to use it, but they will soon, even if they don't realise it.
Last week I sold a Meade telescope for $125. I had to carry it downstairs in the rain but it was otherwise an easy transaction.
The very next evening I sold two sets of Ikea 'Malm' drawers, for a total of $100, to a young man from North Carolina. He had to order 4 different 'ubers' before he could get one big enough to accept the drawers. The second 'uber' was actually big enough but he refused to take any furniture - that was his firm policy. This transaction took well over an hour because of the carrying the drawers down and the waiting for all the taxis, and I very nearly gave him half his money back.
Currently I have for sale two 'mirrored wall-hanging candle holders', an 'ornamental plates wall-hanging', an 'ikea 16 section shelving unit with inserts' and a 'luxury picnic set'. I developed all of those description titles on my own.
I'm old enough to remember when duvets were called continental quilts. I once had a relationship that ended over duvets. Many had ended under duvets but this one ended over duvets as we disagreed about the proper method of dressing them. She gave up. A continental quit, I suppose.
I just got used to calling them duvets as I too called them continental quilts but now I have to get used to calling them Doonas . Bah !!
I just got used to calling them duvets as I too called them continental quilts but now I have to get used to calling them Doonas . Bah !!
Quilts were very a Scandinavian thing. I recall they were called dyne (pronounced doo-Na) which I believe referred to the filling of them traditionally being from eider down feathers. That might explain the Doonas that you refer to Pommy
I had a prostate biopsy last week, thankfully the results are negative so I don't have cancer......
However, one aftermath is that for an Indeterminate period it turns your 'manlove' an odd colour. Starts off like some disgusting gravy colour and apparently gradually returns to normal.......
Over the last 10 years or so a bunion has been developing on my right foot, I think this is due to the fact that my right foot is slightly bigger than my left, but I stupidly always bought shoes based on the size of my left foot. Now with summer just around the corner, I am slightly embarrassed with wearing sandals, or going bare footed on the beach, as the unsightly bump is there for all to see. It is not a problem in the winter. I have discussed this problem with many close friends, some say I should have surgery and others say that surgery is a complete was of time and the scar tissue left behind is just as unsightly. This condition has not affected my love life as of yet. As of this morning I am still undecided.
I had to buy a new dishwasher the other day. Me and the missus went to curry's to look at some. She asked me to measure the opening beforehand to make sure the new one fits. Daft cow.. They're all standard sizes. 600mm wide. Sometimes you get 500mm ones but I know a standard 600 mm opening size when I see one.
Who decided all appliances around the world should be 600mm wide.?
I'm old enough to remember when duvets were called continental quilts. I once had a relationship that ended over duvets. Many had ended under duvets but this one ended over duvets as we disagreed about the proper method of dressing them. She gave up. A continental quit, I suppose.
I've just got the hang of putting duvets into their (non floral)patterned covers without it all resembling a relief map of the Himalayas.
We moved house in January, and since then have been redecorating it inside. My attention is turning to the garden now, and I've just identified the flowering tree in the back garden as a magnolia. I might mow the lawn later.
The first duvet I ever saw was round at my mate Mark’s. He had a Fred Bassett duvet/pillowcase set and it blew my fu cking mind. His Mum and Dad had a “Love is…” bedlinen set, but I can’t remember what his brother Matt had. Which is frustrating me. Matt, incidentally, stopped my brothers and me from ever completing a Panini album, as the closest we came was when we’d finally landed Bob Paisley, carefully stuck him into place and then discovered that not ten minutes before, Matt has torn out 4/5ths of Gerry Francis — then of Palace. We never saw another Gerry Francis and refused to send off as we thought it was cheating.
Several years later, when my family made the transition to duvets, we bought new bed linen and beds from Fishpools in Waltham Cross. We had initially gone to Pearson’s in Enfield for the bed linen, but the general feeling was that it was a bit on the pricey side. Interesting enough, thirty years later, my Mum and Dad still have the same beds in the bedroom I shared with one of my brothers - and I think, the original mattresses. My first ever duvet cover was a red number, with yellow, white and blue diagonal stripes, and if you poke around at the back of my Mum’s airing cupboard (so to speak), you can still find it, folded neatly on top of my brother's blue duvet set with the same design and the Wombles bed linen.
Has anyone noticed that the chocolate coating on a tunnocks caramel wafer is markedly thinner than it used to be?? I'm also convinced that curly wurlys and wagon wheels are considerably smaller than they were when I was a child!!
The first duvet I ever saw was round at my mate Mark’s. He had a Fred Bassett duvet/pillowcase set and it blew my fu cking mind. His Mum and Dad had a “Love is…” bedlinen set, but I can’t remember what his brother Matt had. Which is frustrating me. Matt, incidentally, stopped my brothers and me from ever completing a Panini album, as the closest we came was when we’d finally landed Bob Paisley, carefully stuck him into place and then discovered that not ten minutes before, Matt has torn out 4/5ths of Gerry Francis — then of Palace. We never saw another Gerry Francis and refused to send off as we thought it was cheating.
Several years later, when my family made the transition to duvets, we bought new bed linen and beds from Fishpools in Waltham Cross. We had initially gone to Pearson’s in Enfield for the bed linen, but the general feeling was that it was a bit on the pricey side. Interesting enough, thirty years later, my Mum and Dad still have the same beds in the bedroom I shared with one of my brothers - and I think, the original mattresses. My first ever duvet cover was a red number, with yellow, white and blue diagonal stripes, and if you poke around at the back of my Mum’s airing cupboard (so to speak), you can still find it, folded neatly on top of my brother's blue duvet set with the same design and the Wombles bed linen.
As a child my two canine teeth never fell out and a cr@p dentist on the Askew Road told me to leave them in as the others would come down eventually. -this conversation took place the day Elvis died. Like Elvis final poo the little bleeders never did come down.
Fast forward to my 30s and the buggers fell out.
I now have to wear a metal bridge with two false teeth attached.
It as uncomfortable as fk but restores my debonair playboy looks.
We recently went back to a duvet after a number of years with old-fashioned sheets and blankets. I find the ease of making the bed in the morning a great improvement, but it does come at a later cost when it's time to launder the cover. Removing and replacing the cover causes a not inconsiderable amount of effort and commotion, not to mention the dust.
We recently went back to a duvet after a number of years with old-fashioned sheets and blankets. I find the ease of making the bed in the morning a great improvement, but it does come at a later cost when it's time to launder the cover. Removing and replacing the cover causes a not inconsiderable amount of effort and commotion, not to mention the dust.
My dream scenario when holidaying on the continent — and this is particularly prevalent in Northern and Central Europe - is to enter the hotel room and find my wife and I have a double bed, but those small, sub-single duvets, because my wife is a complete duvet-hogger. She hates us having separate duvets, but as I point out, that’s because she doesn’t spend half her life shivering whilst quietly clawing back enough duvet to offer a modicum of warmth and cover. Sometimes I think I should introduce a similar set-up at home, but a double duvet is aesthetically more pleasing and I worry about the potentially limited choice of bed linen that might be available in the UK for duvets of those dimensions. That said, I think I’ll investigate further when I’m in Munich in a few weeks. I shall, of course, keep you posted.
Duvets are good because they keep you warm. So does central heating. A British Gas engineer is servicing mine right now. He is upset because he got a parking ticket on his last call out.
Mmmm...I can (proudly) confirm that i was an early adopter (or in today's language Generation X trailblazer or something) of the dyne (of duvet to the philistines) in the UK. This is because my mother (mor to the philistines) is Dansk (Danish to the philistines).
Today it irriatates me that Mrs Crowe gets irratated when i refer to it as a dyne and says it's a duvet. It's not, says I, that's the proper Danish word for it. But we're not in Denmark, she'll retort. Ah but we're not in France but you still say restaurant or cafe, I counter, going in the for kill. I want a divorce, she says.
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