Welcome to tonight's meeting of AB's Mad Over Fifties Club.
I trust everyone has battened down their respective hatches in readiness for the oncoming storm.
Tonight's entertainments will be as always the Minstrels in the gallery (with a candlestick, piece of rope and glitterball) In the ballroom we have engaged a tango ensemble who will play the music of the Argentine tango, and to demonstrate the dance, we have engaged the services of Muckleflugga's top tango duo Roberto McTavish and his partner the lovely Gladys Oglethorpe. We do hope we can send you all on a "trip" down "Argentine Way"
Our tailcock for this evening will be the Autumn Breeze, an interesting yet, potent brew. Also our hot plate special will be a delicious chicken and ham pie, creamy mash and a selection of veggies! On the pudding trolley
we are offering a treacle tart with lashings of cream. In the best MOFC tradition there will be the customary selection of volley vonts, canopies and other nibbles.
For the rofl I offer
An umbrella (broken spoke)
Avon catalogues (used and past order dates)
Queenie's favourite glass - broken, thank you Teddy
a set of matching anti macassars
Be sure to have your tickets ready at the appropriate time
Members can rest assured that if the storm arrives before close of the evening's proceedings, guest suites will be available in the west wing for any travellers unable to get home safely.
Otherwise, we have the hot tub bubbling and all set to go, the mini bar has been refilled. In light of the latest weather forecast the bungee will not be in use tonight (the piranhas in the moat can sleep safely) The games room is at members disposal as is the indoor pool and gymnasium (do try not to disturb Sir Cumference when you are down in the dungeons, he gets a bit grumpy if disturbed too much) Igor will be on hand to assist members with their outer garments and will hand them over to Frank for their concealment. Frank has been demoted from minion to assistant minion and has had his chains confiscated until he breaks his "unfortunate habit" He has also spent some time on the naughty step for his disobedience.
A warm welcome awaits all who dare enter these portals
only here for one tailcock and am glad to get out of the moat.
For the roffle tonight, may I offer a bunch of Balearic Sour Grapes?
Also, a seamless seamed stocking (also available in assorted colours, but one only)
Evening Alba. No side effects remain after your long voyage to Edinburgh then?
Interesting selection for the rofl. Igor will be along presently with your tailcock
I have a cross stitch chart that says, the road to a friend's house is never long! Seems appropriate to say that, one of these days I may even get around to stitching it!
Just dropping in to say a quick hello and mum...will you be dealing with the chambers anytime soon...I need a hand to make sure I have what I need and what I'm allowed... I am far too excited for this
I always have your bucket ready just in case you pop in Miss Sibs.
Probably best to keep the cloak, Frank is quite new to the business of concealing the cloaks and coats, they could end up anywhere. If you are feeling chilly though there's a lovely fire in the snug, the door on the left in the vestibule
Gotta stitch Alba, can't go without my stitching. I only do it when my hands decide to cooperate though, which is the reason it takes me so long to finish something.
She's off to meet Tony tomorrow at Birmingham airport, he's meeting her plane and taking her to visit a friend of hers who's in Wolverhampton
Evening nungate and friends. What is all the excitement about?
For the rifle I have, A blue moon, a fairy ring, the end of a rainbow, a pie in the sky and for one very lucky ticket holder, a silver new nothing with knobs on.
Would love an Autumn Breeze please Igor. Think I need a bucket. Two new pairs of reading glasses a bit of a shock to the pocket.
You will probably notice that there are many rooms of the same sort around here, all in different styles, the family never knocked anything down, they just kept adding bits on. Just be careful if you wander into the conservatory, the triffid is loose ...