Al's C-Ling Shoes (Pat. Pending) - 04/09/06 09:28 AM
From Alan Belson:
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Bored waiting for the Grand National to start. Doodled this.
Re: Al's C-Ling Shoes (Pat. Pending) - 04/09/06 11:01 AM
Ha Ha Ha Ha! ![[Linked Image]](https://www.electrical-contractor.net/ubb/biggrin.gif)
Good one Alan!.
Best laugh I've had all day.
Good one Alan!.
Best laugh I've had all day.
Re: Al's C-Ling Shoes (Pat. Pending) - 04/09/06 02:16 PM
This make me laugh out loud. Keep it coming in Alan ![[Linked Image]](https://www.electrical-contractor.net/ubb/smile.gif)
Re: Al's C-Ling Shoes (Pat. Pending) - 04/10/06 11:21 AM
ROTF
I needed that this morning!
I needed that this morning!
Re: Al's C-Ling Shoes (Pat. Pending) - 04/10/06 12:44 PM
Nice al. After this weekend I needed that. Also punch in candlepin bowling and then when you get there click the ICBA web site. Thats bowling
Re: Al's C-Ling Shoes (Pat. Pending) - 04/10/06 07:00 PM
Thanks Steve.
I'd never heard of 'Candlepin Bowling' till your first post, it looks great fun. We had a poor relation to this in England called 'Skittles'. Using only 9 pins, rough turned in a squatter barrel-shape and with similar smaller-sized wooden balls, 5"-6" diameter. Same scoring system, but times 9 of course, all chalked up on a blackboard. Not mechanised, and at church fetes/ agricultural fairs and stuff in the fifties we often played highest score of the afternoon won a weaner pig!
Fortunately, I never staggered home to Ma with a pig under my arm as a spotty youth. I dread to think what the reaction would have been-
Ma; "Where the Dickens did you find THAT filthy disgusting animal!!?? "
Pig; "A-hem. He won me at Skittles, ma'am!"
Alan
I'd never heard of 'Candlepin Bowling' till your first post, it looks great fun. We had a poor relation to this in England called 'Skittles'. Using only 9 pins, rough turned in a squatter barrel-shape and with similar smaller-sized wooden balls, 5"-6" diameter. Same scoring system, but times 9 of course, all chalked up on a blackboard. Not mechanised, and at church fetes/ agricultural fairs and stuff in the fifties we often played highest score of the afternoon won a weaner pig!
Fortunately, I never staggered home to Ma with a pig under my arm as a spotty youth. I dread to think what the reaction would have been-
Ma; "Where the Dickens did you find THAT filthy disgusting animal!!?? "
Pig; "A-hem. He won me at Skittles, ma'am!"
Alan