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dMw Chit Chat => The Beer Bar => It's my Birthday! => Topic started by: Gortex on September 08, 2011, 09:43:45 AM

Title: Mr Snooks
Post by: Gortex on September 08, 2011, 09:43:45 AM
Very strangely I have just finished a conference call this morning with a Mr S Snooks on the call, and here is me under the impression there was only one of them to shock the world.:blink::blink::blink:
Title: Mr Snooks
Post by: Tutonic on September 08, 2011, 11:22:28 AM
It's a trap!
Title: Mr Snooks
Post by: Blunt on September 08, 2011, 11:51:27 AM
Quote from: Gortex;332497Very strangely I have just finished a conference call this morning with a Mr S Snooks on the call, and here is me under the impression there was only one of them to shock the world.:blink::blink::blink:
Many years ago in Bath there was an accident & emergency consultant called Roger Snook who used to turn out in his own car to RTA's. He was a pioneer in accident trauma treatment and instigated many lifesaving techniques and equipment.
I've seen him treat and save many badly injured folk in their smashed vehicles, and it was always a great relief to hear on the radio that he was on his way.
I never heard the name Snooks or Snook before I moved to Somerset, but it isn't uncommon here;
There's a toy shop in Bath called Eric Snooks (http://www.snooksonline.co.uk/), also a plumber and a cake shop.
Title: Mr Snooks
Post by: Gortex on September 08, 2011, 04:19:16 PM
This is worrying that they might be taking over. Perhaps a cull is needed to thin the numbers and return things back to normal.
Title: Mr Snooks
Post by: Blunt on September 08, 2011, 05:16:53 PM
Quote from: Gortex;332522This is worrying that they might be taking over. Perhaps a cull is needed to thin the numbers and return things back to normal.
Better start in Bath, it seems to be their base
Title: Mr Snooks
Post by: Liberator on September 09, 2011, 10:49:31 PM
Our Sn00ks has been neutered, we have strict policies on Snooks in Yorkshire.

Any that spread are summarily executed in the traditional Yorkshire way, left to die on Ilkley Moor by head cold.

We have a morbid song by one that got away, you may have heard it.