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The bloater is distinguished from its cousin the Kipper by the fact that the name "Bloater" is not derived from the German term for "to tilt". This occurs by virtue of the tendency of a Bloater to stand on its head if it is on one of these tilting trains. The Kipper, of course, makes no bones about it: it is always inclined to tilt.

There is also no Manx Bloater, unlike the Manx Kipper, who has no tail to speak of. Not that he is inclined to speak at the best of times.

The Manx Cat may be said to enjoy eating Kippers, but then again, it may not be said to enjoy that.

It was the naturalist Edmund Fossiske who wrote in 1454 of a fisherman of the Great Yarmouth basin who discovered smoking herring by accident. This was a great surprise since Sir Walter Raleigh had not yet brought back tobacco from the Litmus Islands.

What is more, a Bloater does not wear a tie, unlike the sartorially-indulgent Kipper. The Manx Kipper, indeed, is so fond of ironic fashion statementing that he has been known to don a Top Hat and Tails.

I don't know who he has been known to don that attire by. It certainly isn't me, but it pads out this rubbish nicely.

Bloater are also a specie...(that's enough now - we don't want any more of this rubbish about smoked fish - Ed.)

Just to add that the argumentum ad bloaterium of Quintilillus, which he used in response to the Greek Stopipopolopopolis does not mean "take that bloater away from my face and fight like a man" as is popularly supposed.

The popularly-supposed response to Stopipopolopopolis did not mean that at all. What it did mean was ...[this rubbish has been discontinued through lack of interest]

How do you know this stuff????????????????????? Where do you get the information from??????????????????? And.......Where the fuck were you when I was on "Who wants to be a millionaire?"




Love as always

Arm xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

In Scotland give me an Arbroath Smokie (with free dental floss for the hairs) every time.

In Wales they welcome kippers in the hillside

Very timely, this thread.

Mrs Shuttlecock is making a fish pie for tea.

With proper fish in it!

Have it!

I probably will.

Skoob

I must keep bad taste remarks to myself
I must keep bad taste remarks to myself
I must keep bad taste remarks to myself
I must keep bad taste remarks to myself
I must keep bad taste remarks to myself
I must keep bad taste remarks to myself
I must keep bad taste remarks to myself
I must keep bad taste remarks to myself

no mention of before or after the pie and certainly NO mention of nor even a minor allusion to kippers

I must keep bad taste remarks to myself
I must keep bad taste remarks to myself
I must keep bad taste remarks to myself
I must keep bad taste remarks to myself
I must keep bad taste remarks to myself
I must keep bad taste remarks to myself

Keep your bad taste remarks to yourself, Sir.

If you want proper bad taste, there's a story in appro about a model having botched cosmetic surgery.

It's disgusting.

Whoever put that crap up should be shot.

Regards

Skoob.

Erskin - this whole thread seems a red herring to me.

FUGU!

(pardon my japanese...)

A tortoise was raped by two snails.
When asked if she could identify her assailants she replied.
"No, it all happened so quickly"........

Anyway, I love jellied Eels and cockles, whelks and winkles.
But, after 18 pints...I do like a bloater.

Whats a bloater?




Arm xxxxxxx

Saw a Yarmouth bloater today. Sitting writing spoofs outside a pie and eel shop down the far end of Portobello Road.

But don't confuse boilers with bloaters.

Yikes! Did they look like this?

Eeeuuurrrrrgh!

WTF?

Ha!

Skoob.

A complete description is beyond the bounds of literature.

She was dancing with a feather duster whilst composing a sonnet about Lynton.

keep me out of this CJ I have a lively imagination and it put me off my dinner