Bolt

+1 I am just grateful that back in the day when I did all my naive sketchy stunt fells, there weren’t yet camera phones about to record my indiscretions and pass judgement.

Shocking workmanship….. …..I mean, what kind of idiot points the camera at the road at that moment. ….should be ashamed of himself.

The bit that’s coloured red above is damaged…. It will never cut nicely like this. You need to file the tooth away upto the blue line (above), in order to remove the damage. The file* also needs to be re-angled in line with the witness mark (the green line). *Not that file though… Don’t bother with doing anything until you have invested in a new file.

Crashed Bandit Chute.

…. Or maybe that should be: The Lion Sling.

The Lyon King

Wallace and Grommit. The kerf of the ware-rabbit.

The Hurt footLocker

@Peasgood I hope you were careful to provide her with the compliments the crumble deserved . Some well considered feedback can achieve spectacular results. Case in point: A woman is looking at herself in a mirror. ‟Arthur, look at me. I am old and looking wrinkly” she observes to her husband, “My teeth look terrible… I'm getting fat, and I can see I’m starting to sag all over the place”. Seeing his disinterested gaze, she exclaims “I could really use a compliment right now. Would it kill you to say something positive about me?” Arthur considers her warily and replies ‟Your eyes are still working well .”

As a butcher is shooing away a Terrier from his shop, he sees a £10 note and a scrap of paper in it’s mouth, reading: “8 pork chops, please.” Amazed, he takes the money, puts a bag of pork chops in the dog’s mouth, and watches as the dog carefully accepts them and trots from the shop. Such was his surprise that the mutt hadn’t just eaten them on the spot, he leaves the shop in the care of his assistant, and follows the dog who is now waiting for a lights at the crossing. Having looked both ways, the terrier crosses the road to a bus stop. The dog checks the timetable and sits on the bench, waiting for the bus to rock up, and on the bus’s arrival, he walks around to the front, checks the number, then boards the bus. The butcher follows, dumbstruck. The bus with dog and butcher travels out into suburbia , the dog taking in the scenery as they go. After a while the terrier stands on the back of his seat then launches himself up to push the “stop” bell. The butcher follows him the dog off the bus. The dog runs up to a house and drops his bag on the step. He goes back down the path, takes a big run, and throws himself -WHAM!- against the door. He does this again and again. No answer. So he jumps on a wall, walks around to the garden, beats his head against a window, jumps off, and waits at the front door. A big bloke in a string vest opens the door and in furious mood starts cursing, shouting and gesticulating at the dog. The butcher runs up and reprimands the house owner “What in hell are you doing?” He shouts “This dog’s a genius! What the hell is wrong with you? “Genius, my arse”, the owner responds, “It’s the second time this week he’s forgotten his keys.

Bless. Glad to get you a bit more up to speed.

Notch tradamus

Plane trees and automobiles.

What religion do they practice in Hell? Crispianity.

The secret life of petz l.

HolmOak Alone

Indespension day

That’ll be the profit.

The Igland of Dr. Moreau

They have a lot to answer for.

Franken stein

Perfect.

Honey brothers, I shrank the kids.

Looks like one of those works calendars you used to get (or strive to avoid).