Snattys unfeasibly long and banal Vegas posts

[tikay]

I also liked "The Da Vinci Code". I was quite readily immersed into the story line and I enjoyed it.

Of course, you often hear the criticisms levelled at the huge success of Harry Potter. Quite frankly, I think JK Rowling performed a service to the entire world with those books. In an age where most children are incredibly reluctant to tear themselves away from a gaming console, she managed to entice children into reading a book once again. That's a remarkable achievement for which, at least in my own opinion, is something to be truly thankful for. 

The general idea of the Da Vinci Code was brilliant..but I hated reading every single page of it.

The Potter books are well written, although not something I would choose to read TBH (I have read them all as MrsB made me and I run out of books faster than I can buy them or lend them from the library). JK Rowling is simply on another level from Dan Brown.

Pehaps you should consider reading Non-Fiction. It's what grown-ups do.

[boldie]

I also liked "The Da Vinci Code". I was quite readily immersed into the story line and I enjoyed it.

Of course, you often hear the criticisms levelled at the huge success of Harry Potter. Quite frankly, I think JK Rowling performed a service to the entire world with those books. In an age where most children are incredibly reluctant to tear themselves away from a gaming console, she managed to entice children into reading a book once again. That's a remarkable achievement for which, at least in my own opinion, is something to be truly thankful for. 

The general idea of the Da Vinci Code was brilliant..but I hated reading every single page of it.

The Potter books are well written, although not something I would choose to read TBH (I have read them all as MrsB made me and I run out of books faster than I can buy them or lend them from the library). JK Rowling is simply on another level from Dan Brown.

Pehaps you should consider reading Non-Fiction. It's what grown-ups do.

Fair point..recommend me some books (non WW2 please, they do my head in by now) and I shall have a butchers (As I believe you English say).

[tikay]

Read Ian Rankin. that is all

Michael Connelly/ Bosch is also infinitely superior to Patterson

Lee Child/Reacher is good too

Stephen Leather not bad

Mark Billingham's Tom Thorne stuff excellent too

I like my police procedural novels!

I find that incredibly disappointing Rich, & surprising in a man of your mountainous intellect.

I expect Boldie to enjoy make-believe Fiction, but not you. I expected better. Deduct two house points please.

[Snatiramas]

Adam loves non fiction......me i am fiction boy........Rachel fiction......Anne Marie fiction

[Claw75]

"Is your name Alan?"
He says "Yes"
She says ""

hmm - did he have a personal number plate?  Perhaps she was admiring it?

or something completely random like 'I thought so - you have the aura of an Alan'

[the sicilian]

Happy fathers day all...........I wasn't going to post today but the kids insisted that I recount what just happened at the petrol station in Radlett and turn it into a competition.

It went like this.
Had a fabulous lunch at Lets Meat in Borehamwood which is a new kosher restaurant. I have promised the kids a packet of sweets each when we fill the beast up with petrol. Well fill up is a bit of a misnomer. I am only putting in £20 at a time to ensure that if it breaks down I can't waste more than that.
So with a crunch and a squeal that accompanies all right hand turns we pull up at pump one. There are two other cars filling up. A Porsche Cayenne and a 911. This is Radlett after all.
We open the boot, flip open the petrol cap and Adam puts £20.08 worth in, just to annoy me. Close the petrol cap and shut the boot. Choose our sweets and queue up. Lady in front of us, obviously the Cayenne driver pays up and leaves.
As we are paying the lady comes back in and says to the the bloke behind us who is the 911 driver

"Is your name Alan?"
He says "Yes"
She says ""

And I promise you it was so totally random that the three of us and the bloke behind the till instantly cracked up.......I promise 5% of any cash win in my first event in Vegas if you get even remotely close. You won't get remotely close.

Answer in tomorrows regular post

Can you tell me why my old man bought me this pile of marketing instead of a true Porsche like yours ?

[Snatiramas]

okay I will give you a clue....it involved an everyday item and an animal

[boldie]

okay I will give you a clue....it involved an everyday item and an animal

cucumber and tortoise?

[Dingdell]

okay I will give you a clue....it involved an everyday item and an animal

Were you the person who tried to hoover their pony?
OR

Were you the person who hoovered up their hamster/mouse/small rodent.

[celtic]

Is that car an extension of your cock?

[boldie]

Is that car an extension of your cock?

Snatty's reply; "No, but mine is"

[Rod Paradise]

Is that car an extension of your cock?

Snatty's reply; "No, but mine is, it may not be pretty but it gets me there."

FYP

[boldie]

Is that car an extension of your cock?

Snatty's reply; "No, but mine is, it may not be pretty but it'll get you there."

FYP

FYFYP

[Rod Paradise]

Is that car an extension of your cock?

Snatty's reply; "No, but mine is, it may not be pretty but it'll get you there."

FYP

FYFYP

In the end every man, if being honest will say 'if it get's me there it'll do'.

[Snatiramas]

Well team it went like this

"Is your name Alan?"
He says "Yes" with slightly bemused tone in voice

At this point family Cooklin turn round in expectation. It was like a good thunderstorm, you just knew something of quality was about to follow...

She says to a complete stranger, he has to be a complete stranger as she asked his name, she says to a complete stranger in a voice that sounded expensively educated
“you have a picture of my horse on your phone”.

Well we creased up. The guy behind the desk the kids and myself couldn’t help ourselves. She shot looks at us that would have curdled milk and we left giggling like three school children which of course we are.

The problem is that we missed an opportunity. I mean how did the picture get on his phone? Who took it and why? Does he have other random peoples horses on his phone? Why does she have a horse when she is driving round in a “Posche Marketing” ? How does she know that the picture is there?
All very worrying indeed.

Fathers day was magnificent but slightly sad as Mrs. Snat is in Suf Afreeka, taking journalists round a hospital in Joburg or something. I never sleep well when she is away. I sleep well when I am away but not when she is away. Must be a control thing. Anyway the pressies were good. The books on Vegas were devoured exceptionally fast but the third pressie was a belter.

The Cooklin family are manic about two things. The first is timekeeping. It is said by one of my brothers in law that he married a “talking clock”. The second is a particularly strange and infuriating ability to lose ones keys.

On Monday of this week Rachel was bemoaning that there were loads of stories about things that have happened to Adam but not many about her. By Tuesday night she had a new chapter.

I pick Rachel up from school at 3.25pm. It means I have to leave the house at about 3.10. At 3.05pm the alarm goes off to remind me to get ready to go and get Rachee. I start looking for my keys. Can’t find them anywhere. Check the car. It is locked. We only have one key for the beast. I am in the house so I must have used the key. Starting to get a little worried as we reach 3.15pm and no sign. At 3.25pm Rachel will start walking towards where I normally park the car and I am stuck 5 miles away from that spot. This is not good. The next five minutes see everything in the house moved in some way. All the cushions pulled of the couches. The covers ripped off beds.  I am now completely bloody manic and totally irrational. Phone the school. Get them to keep Rachel until I find the keys. I am now in a foul mood because I know Rachel will be worried.

I phone Anne Marie and let her know that it is her fault that I have lost my keys. Of course it isn’t but I have to blow at somebody. Still no keys and it is now 3.40pm. OMG. Phone the local Radlett cab company and organise for them to pick up Rachel and bring het to home. Phone school to let them know but their phone system flicks straight into answerphone mode. Bugger. Anyway taxi driver arrives at school. School phone me. I have his name so we can confirm it is okay. I apologise profusely. Fifteen minutes later I see the cab coming up the road and go out to meet it. As I pass the front door I see my keys hanging from a hook that we never use. What a schmuck. Rachel has another story.

Well let me tell you fellow blondes on that morning, before any of this had happened, my wife, on the instruction of my children, had gone out and ordered a key retrieval system for father’s day. You have an alarm that you fit to your key ring and a remote that you press when you need to find your keys. It is brilliant......if I could only find the remote.

So to today’s quote. John Vorhaus’ “Killer Poker”.
“The only one who can beat you is you
Remember, you’re there to punish other players, not yourself. You’re not nearly so much at risk from others’ superior play as you are from flaws in your own approach. Think about it: Other opponents are involved against you only occasionally, but you you’re involved in every hand you play. If you play badly, it doesn’t matter whether they play well or not – you can’t expect to win.