Driving back up m42 today from Worcester and we drove past that place 'Shirley' and it got me wondering how a bloke goes on explaining to a bird on a date that he's from a place called Shirley! Bloke - "Eyup sweetheart where you from" Bird - "I'm from Manchester, and where you from?" Bloke - "Shirley" Bird - "****ing Shirley, you having a laugh, jog on sunshine" Ha ha ha it's fair made me chuckle today
If you ever decide to pop in . . . . . . give my greetings to the new brunette. (With apologies to Billy Bragg. And everyone, really.)
My lurcher hurt its back and the vet told me to have him put down as he would be paralysed in a few days. He said the only guy who could probably save him was an Australian vet at Shirley in Midlands. I took my dog straight down and he did operate on him and I got 3/4 of him back. He could walk but not jump. Apparently if you do not release and repair the pressure on the spine it kills the nerves. Good old Shirley
