Hiya Everyone && As Yas Can Probably Tell Am Back From Me Little Holiday To Turkeyy.. Don’t Ask Me If I Had A Good Time Or Owt Coz I Can’t Remember.. It Was Me Birthday While I Was Away So I Spent Most Of Me Hols Pissed.. Normally When I Go On Holiday I Drink Loads But Coz It Was Me Birthday I Was Even Worse Than Normal.. && Before Davidd Grasses On Me,, I Met This Lad Out There && I Ended Up Wiff A Big Spammy On Me Neck && He Even Give Me One On Me Face!! It Was That Bad It Ended Up All Bruised So Am Now Back Home Walkin Round Liverpool With A Big Bruise On Me Cheek.. I Wouldn’t Mind But The Lad Did It Right In Front Of Me Mum Who Thought It Was The Funniest Thing Ever!! She Was Pissing Herself Laughing At Him.. I Was Like Mum,, I’m Ya Little Princess Ya Meant To Protect Me From Lads..
Following the subject of the last two posts I awoke this morning to read the paper when I came across the following in the Daily Mirror. The Gag Vault often hits the nail on the head when it comes to making funny cartoons but today they have surpassed themselves with their insight into Davidd and his eating habits. He wants to be good and, as we already know, he loves attracting the young hunks on South Beach in Florida but alas the food usually wins. Just look at the following and laugh…
Since we decided to restart Jammy Toast Edward is busy going through all the old posts which we haven’t looked at for a long while. It is fun looking back and trying to discover how an otherwise normal, sane and sensible person like myself (*cough*) suddenly decide to start a retirement home for Renault Bears? How was it that we suddenly decided to spend hours searching the world for unwanted Renault Bears and bringing them here to Jammy Toast to spend the remainder of their days watching daytime telly and eating their favourite food? I think it is a story worth re-telling, this is how it all started…
Another Bank Holiday and another crap day as far as the weather is concerned. It must be a British institution by now that every time we have a national holiday the weather is crap. It’s like beef and Yorkshire pudding, Lamb and mint sauce they just go together and are never far apart. People work hard all week in decent weather and as soon as we get a bank holiday, it’s time to get the umbrella and wellingtons out – puddle jumping should become an Olympic sport; we would win it hands down.
Did everyone enjoy their day in work, school or college today? If we had our way you would have had today off as a public holiday. We must be the only country in the world that does not celebrate their patron saint by having a public holiday. We also have the least number of bank holidays in Europe. Portugal and Spain have 14 days of Bank holidays every year, Italy has 12 even Northern Ireland has 10 while we have a paltry eight.
When the bears and I go on our holidays there is one part of the holiday we do not like. After years of watching the fascinating documentary series Plane Crash Investigation, we hate the plane journey. Razzi and I usually sit there and every time we hit a bit of turbulence we look at each other and immediately remember some incident from the series where a plane has crashed. On one of our holidays to Portugal, the pilot forgot to tell us he was beginning his descent into the airport and we nearly wet ourselves – much to Miss Chimpton’s amusement. However, even Razzi and I could not imagine what appears to have happened on an American flight yesterday.
Hello everyone, Eddie Bear here. I thought because Davidd mentioned it yesterday, I would pop along today and tell all my Bear friends about my Christmas adventures in Cuba. I have many opportunities as a Bear to travel the world, so this Christmas I decided to take Chimpton to Cuba again. We went to Cuba a couple of years ago and had such a wonderful time we thought we would return. After all, England is far too cold for a delicate Bear such as me, so we jetted off for sunnier climes.
We are back from Egypt. We had a wonderful time myself and my Chimpton daughter along with Razzi and Eddie. The holiday didn’t exactly start off in the best way as we had booked four tickets for the VIP Suite at Manchester Airport. It does get annoying in public when people keep coming up and disturbing the Bears asking for autographs and so we thought we would treat ourselves to a quiet wait in the VIP Lounge. We sat their enjoying the fresh coffee and the free WiFi and, of course, keeping an eye open for our flight on the board. I was beginning to get a little worried when 30 minutes before our flight was due to leave we still had not been called. I was just about to go and enquire about this when up on the board came our flight number and the “This Flight Is Now Boarding” message.
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