 Lace Mites - big hatch this year.
Just soak 'em in DEET
I've had a good, close look at my laces...
Guilty! the little devils.
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 'then again I've not found any specific boot or shoe lace jokes yet, come to think of it!' I have faith in you Trevor, I bet you will find some in the next 5 minutes
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Your footwear has been compromised. Please remain calm while our lace monster de-contamination unit is mobilised.

The unlikliest threads go off in odd directions!
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 Shoelace Vendor Joke. A man had posted himself in front of an office building with a tray of shoelaces. One executive made it a daily habit to give the unfortunate a dime, but he never took the laces. One day the peddler, on receiving the dime, tapped his departing benefactor on the back: "I don't like to complain, sir, but the laces are now a dollar."
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 Bloody hell! I do have a cat, Be keeping an eye on him form now on. Re: Shoelace vendor joke....HaHa..ish
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 When I was just getting into this outdoors malarkey... There were lots of boots being imported from what used to be Czechoslovakia. We called 'em cheap Czecho boots. Anyway, the laces looked like 'normal' laces, but those plastic bits on the end (which are called 'aglets' by the way), sometimes used to unwind and turned out to be tightly rolled microfilm. Anyone else remember that? Anyone even remember Czechoslovakia for that matter?
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 No comrade. Damn, I'm giving myself away there. 
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 Paddy, someone I used to know was a dealer in old Czech and Warsaw Pact army surplus, right after the collapse of the Warsaw Pact and Communism in Eastern Europe in general, following the tearing down of the Berlin Wall etc. One day he got a big delivery of old army kit by lorry from the Czech capital to Dover. At Dover the shipment WAS checked by customs here, who passed it as ok. Once he had the stuff all to his London warehouse though, on examining the combat jackets my old friend found that some of the jackets felt much heavier than others. On closer examination, in the inner poacher type secret pockets in what were obviously the old officer's jackets there amongs them all, was found a collection of loaded pistols! I seem to recall they were Tokarev automatics - I think that's the name. They were eventually handed in to a guy in the British Army via the Metropolitan Police there I think, destined for the boys at Hereford to play with no doubt. One of my fellow store workers at WHSmith here locally in the early nineties, had a husband who was always travelling to Papua New Guinea, and to South America too selling computer systems, and servicing contracts there as well. Into the busy London office one day walked a Czech company sales rep, toting a big heavy briefcase with him full of his samples. This guy had travelled through Gatwick and Heathrow regularly apparently, and this day was coming to see Sue's husband by cold call appointment. His company sent him out to any European contractor dealing in selling goods of any kind to developing countries worldwide; in the hope of recruiting the companies to represent and sell the Czech companies products there too wth their own. When asked what the products were he was representing, this sales rep opened his case to reveal detonators, detonating equipment and SEMTEX explosive. He was representing the national Czech government owned company there making the stuff! His offer of business was declined, and it was all reported by the UK company straightaway; to the DTI to investigate how this guy could go waltzing freely around with a case full of dangerous high explosives!
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 Worse than that Trevor... there used to be a proper ex-army surplus place in Keswick that had some really frightening stuff. The mess kits were a real mess, with burnt on, congealed food. I imagine they were prised from cold, dead fingers on the battlefield by someone looking to make a couple of quid. Worse still was the dirty underwear... not pervy... but dirty as in soiled. That shop stank of sweat and puke and I'm not surprised it didn't last.
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 Yuck!  Glad I've never seen a surplus store as bad as that one then! Though, mind you the mess tins kit in our company stores, in the TA centres in Crawley and Lingfield, were often left by raw recruits in an awful state sometimes. A way to a very bad stomach bug case that is for sure, eating from such badly maintained kit!
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 Guy Burgess, Anthony Blunt, Kim Philby...Donald Mclean perhaps.
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 Surely we can string this thread along a little longer? There must be someone not yet stitched up
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 OK, OK, sorry! I'll knot do that again.
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