THE FEMALE GUINNESS BOOK OF RECORDS NB

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Car Parking

The smallest kerbside space successfully reversed into by a woman was
one of 19.36m(63ft 2ins), equivalent to three standard parking spaces,
by Mrs. Elizabeth Simpkins, driving an unmodified Vauxhall Nova 'Swing'
on 12th October 1993. She started the manoeuvre at 11.15am in Ropergate,
Pontefract, and successfully parked within three feet of the pavement 8
hours 14 minutes later. There was slight damage to the bumpers and wings
of her own and two adjoining cars, as well as a shop frontage and two
lamp posts.

Film Confusion

The greatest length of time a woman has watched a film with her husband
without asking a stupid plot-related question was achieved on the 28th
October 1990, when Mrs. Ethel Brunswick sat down with her husband to
watch 'The Ipcress File'. She watched in silence for a breath-taking 2
mins 40secs before asking "Is he a goodie or a baddie, him in the
glasses?" revealing a staggering level of ignorance. This broke her own
record set in 1962 when she sat through 2 mins48 secs of '633 Squadron'
before asking "Is this a war film?"

Incorrect Driving

The longest journey completed with the handbrake on was one of 504 km
(313miles) from Stranraer to Holyhead by Dr. Julie Thorn at the wheel of
a Saab 900 on the 2nd April 1987. Dr. Thorn smelled burning two miles
into her journey at Aird but pressed on to Holyhead with smoke billowing
from the rear wheels. This journey also holds the records for the
longest completed journey with the choke fully out and the right
indicator flashing.

Shop Dithering

The longest time spent dithering in a shop was 12 days between 21st
August and 2nd September 1995 by Mrs. Sandra Wilks in the Birmingham
branch of Dorothy Perkins. Entering the shop on a Saturday morning, Mrs.
Wilks could not choose between two near identical dresses which were
both in the sale. After one hour, her husband, sitting on a chair by the
changing room with his head in his hands, told her to buy both. Mrs.
Wilks eventually bought one for 12.99, only to return the next day and
exchange it for the other one. To date, she has yet to wear it.
Mrs. Wilks also holds the record for window shopping longevity, when,
starting September 12th 1995, she stood motionless gazing at a pair of
shoes in Clinkard's window in Kidderminster for 3 weeks two days before
eventually going home.

Jumble Sale Massacre

The greatest number of old ladies to perish whilst fighting at a jumble
sale is 98, at a Methodist Church Hall in Castleford, West Yorkshire on
February 12th 1991. When the doors opened at 10.00am, the initial
scramble to get in cost 16 lives, a further 25 being killed in a crush
at the first table. A seven-way skirmish then broke out over a pinafore
dress costing 10p which escalated into a full scale melee resulting in
another 18 lives being lost. A pitched battle over a headscarf then
ensued and quickly spread throughout the hall, claiming 39 old women.
The jumble sale raised £5.28 for local boy scouts.

Talking about Nothing

Mrs. Mary Caterham and Mrs. Marjorie Steele sat in a kitchen in
Blackburn, Lancs. and talked about nothing whatsoever for four and a
half months from 1st May to 7th August 1978, pausing only for coffee,
cakes and toilet visits. Throughout the whole time, no information was
exchanged and neither woman gained any new knowledge whatsoever. The
outdoor record for talking about nothing is held by Mrs. Vera
Etherington and her neighbour Mrs. Dolly Booth of Ipswich, who between
11th November 1983 and 12th January 1984 chuntered on over their fence
in an unenlightening dialogue lasting almost 62 days until Mrs.Booth
remembered she'd left the bath running.

Gossiping

On February 18th 1992, Joyce Blatherwick, a close friend of Agnes
Banbury popped round for a cup of tea and a chat, during the course of
which she told Mrs. Banbury, in the strictest confidence, that she was
having an affair with the butcher. After Mrs. Blatherwick left at
2.10pm, Mrs. Banbury immediately began to tell everyone, swearing them
all to secrecy. By 2.30pm, she had told 128 people of the news. By
2.50pm it had risen to 372 and by 4.00pm that afternoon, 2774 knew of
the affair, including the local Amateur dramatic society, several
knitting circles, a coachload of American tourists which she flagged
down and the butchers wife. When a tired Mrs. Banbury went to bed at
11.55pm that night Mrs. Blatherwick's affair was common knowledge to a
staggering 75,338 people, enough to fill Wembley Stadium.

Group Toilet Visit

The record for the largest group of women to visit a toilet
simultaneously is held by 147 workers at the Department of Social
Security, Longbenton. At their annual Christmas celebration at a night
club in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne on October 12th 1994,Mrs. Beryl Crabtree got
up to go to the toilet and was immediately followed by 146 other members
of the party. Moving as a mass, the group entered the toilet at 9.52pm
and, after waiting for everyone to finish, emerged 2 hrs 37 mins later.

Single Breath Sentence

A Berkshire woman today became the first ever to break the thirty minute
barrier for talking without drawing breath. Mrs. Mavis Sommers, 48, of
Cowley, smashed the previous record of 23 minutes when she excitedly
reported an argument she'd had in the butchers to her neighbour. She
ranted on for a staggering 32 minutes and 12 seconds without pausing for
air, before going blue and collapsing in a heap on the ground. She was
taken to Radcliffe Infirmary in a wheelbarrow but was released later
after check-ups. At the peak of her mammoth motormouth marathon, she
achieved an unbelievable 680 words per minute, repeating the main points
of the story an amazing 114 times whilst her neighbour, Mrs. Dolly
Knowles, nodded and tutted. The last third of the sentence was delivered
in a barely audible croak, the last two minutes being mouthed only,
complained by vigorous gesticulations and indignant spasm.


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hey you lot wanted more gurly oriented stuff with requests to have a womens yachting magazine. I am helping by starting female type threads.

A little thanks would go a long way here if you don't mind.
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Excellent.. a wonderful picture of middle england..!

Up here records tend to be of the type

Furthest Highland Flung female partner (I hold this record.. on Skye at a wedding...)

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NOW Guy, just for you so you do not feel left out

Why don't men wear tight underwear?
It cuts off circulation to the brain!

What is the difference between men and women?
A woman wants one man to satisfy her every need........
A man wants every woman to satisfy his one need

Men are like....Fine wine. They start out as grapes.
It's our job to stomp them, and then keep them in the dark until they mature.
And hopefully they'll turn out to be something we would like to have dinner with.

Men are like.....High heels.
They're easy to walk on once you get the hang of it.

Men are like.....Lava lamps.
Fun to look at, but not all that bright.

Men are like.....Mascara.
They usually run at the first sign of emotion

Men are like.....Mini skirts.
If you're not careful, they'll creep up your legs.



Men are like.....Placemats.
They only show up when there's food on the table

Men are like.....Recliners.
You pull the lever and they lay back

Husbands are like....Children
They're fine if they're someone else's.

Men lie about their jobs, drive cars they can't afford, wear toupees and loose shirts that hide their stomachs, and say they want a "real woman"...

Scientist have finally discovered the chemical formula for Viagra.
1% Sodium
1% Iron
1% Phosphate
97% Fix-a-Flat

Women don't make fools of men most of them are the "do-it-yourself" types.
Remember a sense of humor does not mean that you tell him jokes, it means you laugh at his.


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This one can drink multiple pints of guiness and still get back to the boat on her own two feet!.. Axshully I prefer <A target="_blank" HREF=http://www.orkneybrewery.co.uk/> Dark Island </A>

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My friend and his girlfriend (now wife, both from Lancashire,) were taken into the posh sailing club at Brightlingsea when on an informal charter with an equally posh (but nice) skipper. Drinks were offered and they both asked for a pint of bitter; he bought a pint for the bloke and himself, and two halves for the lady. Ladies don't drink pints, she was informed.

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I'm very glad to hear it, ma'am!

I have to say, I'm a bitter man myself too and very partial to my local brewer's fayre, particularly their "Fortyniner" - http://www.ringwoodbrewery.co.uk
I've e-mailed the Orkney Brewery to see where i can get a sample of their Dark Island and Dragonhear.
On the subject of stout, i had a tin of Mackason recently - first time for ages - and do you know, it really was rather good; too sweet to drink in huge quantity but very pleasant nonetheless.

How's the Pentland at the moment and have you done any sailing in the northern isles?

Cheers! Mine's a half - half quart that is . . .

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I'm sitting in office in Inverness at mo.. grrrr will join the virtual cherbourg trip in mo.. so cannot see Pentland.. Judging by weather here.. which isn't that reliable.. it'll be a crisp sunny September with some chop and probably a pod of Orca buzzing around!

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Hmmm. A great chum of mine, whoes boat I just taken on, sailed round the British Isles from July to November, 2000. I did a stretch of the South Waest with him and was supposed to join him for the Ullapool to Wick bit. Sadly I injured my leg badly in an unrelated boating incident and couldn't make it. In hospital I aked the duty surgeon, whether I'd be all right to sail round the north coast of Scotland in three weeks time and he replied "let's just try and save the leg first, shall we!" On my arse for nearly two months . . .
Chum had a great time though and got to know the lifeboat boys in, I think, Thurso quite well whilst storm bound - or was it pub bound?. They even took him out on a training exercise.
Must be horrid in a certin French port this week-end - b*******s !

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Re: Thurso

Can imagine he had a jolly time in Thurso.. Scrabster's not a bad place to be holed up in.. use to sail from there quite frequently.. Orkneys are a fabulous destination.. and great fun..

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Ohh... dear !!!
Looks like he's got you started again
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Just to put my tuppence worth in

Friend in Ireland on being asked by his wife why his notebook now seemed to be heavier told her it was because there was more writing in it .
And she believed him
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The firth(pentland) was really bad last night. There was one of the fishing boats in here for ice, they couldn't get to Scrabster, That was about 8 last night.

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Mooring.

The greatest feat of female mooring was achieved by a Mrs JD on 7th July 2002, while entering a sea lock and rafting up. Her husband asked her to grap the shroud of a same class 20ft day sailer as they came alongside and then busied himself in preparing the boat for entrance to the inner harbour. He was extemely surprised on looking up a few seconds later to realise the inner lock gate was approaching rapidly, while Mrs J D stood smiling to one and all while see happily held on to their own shroud.

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