tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91606035707028123562011-07-08T03:03:24.038+01:00An account of some of the mad things that happen at our popular and one and only village pub, 'The Shelley' in Broadbridge Heath, near Horsham, West Sussex. The staff and locals are barking mad!Web Mannoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160603570702812356.post-17287132331253252642009-10-29T11:01:00.003Z2009-10-29T11:07:38.170Z<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_daREQAOMNmA/Sul1rnjY8MI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3vKI98vhcrA/s1600-h/vikki_gammans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_daREQAOMNmA/Sul1rnjY8MI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3vKI98vhcrA/s320/vikki_gammans.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br /></div>Have visitors to The Shelley Arms noticed that there is an uncanny similarity between bar person Vikki Gammans and a Duracell bunny? Perhaps they are related. I think we should be told.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TYPuN6wJC9E&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TYPuN6wJC9E&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160603570702812356-1728713233125325264?l=shelleyarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Web Mannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160603570702812356.post-84135118048997685542009-10-21T12:04:00.007+01:002009-10-21T15:26:37.917+01:00<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_daREQAOMNmA/St7rLFQx36I/AAAAAAAAAMI/VDy_xBCgVBM/s1600-h/shorts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_daREQAOMNmA/St8Hk_e6kiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/HgYP6_oQ888/s1600-h/popeye+composite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_daREQAOMNmA/St8JsT9H-6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/IlJtRIjMr1M/s1600-h/popeye+composite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_daREQAOMNmA/St8JsT9H-6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/IlJtRIjMr1M/s320/popeye+composite.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br /></div>The recent change in the weather has been apparent to us all, (that is, to everyone except Graham Burnett). Summer has well and truly given way to Autumn and the weather&nbsp;has turned&nbsp;decidedly chilly. All sensible people have donned their&nbsp;vests and&nbsp;fleeces. But not Graham who sauntered into the pub wearing&nbsp;just shorts and a t-shirt. He complained he was feeling cold&nbsp;and, as he ordered his beer, he asked Andy if there&nbsp;was any chance that he could light the fire. This&nbsp;prompted howls&nbsp;of laughter&nbsp;and cries of derision from everyone else at the bar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160603570702812356-8413511804899768554?l=shelleyarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Web Mannoreply@blogger.com0