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ladyalex | 20:01 Sat 12th Nov 2011 | Quizzes & Puzzles
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The Club is now Open.


Welcome once again to the hallowed portals of our club.

Tailcocks and nibbles will doubtless be available soon, but whether the butler will appear to deal with the wraps is in the lap of the Gods.

So far tonight's raffle prizes include:

Half a bottle of Emva Cream Sherry
Two pairs of bedsocks, one pair green and blue, the other blue and green
A hot water bottle cover in the shape of a pink pig
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I hope they were careful with their choppers....
A couple of old blades I hear, over there in the place called a Town
That is what the steradent is for surely - the choppers?
Or was he down at "the Lion and the Fiddle"?
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Just as well jd brought some, then....

ttfn still tagged this week ?
Evening All, Hope you are all well. For the raffle I have brought a bottle of sloe gin (there is not much left but its the thought that counts (isn't it)).
M'lady, I can assure you that I was not "led astray", but butler-napped. It transpired that the person in question had a "Meat Someone New" party & required the services of my good self.
The Great She TTFN has been seen on these fair shores, albeit briefly, floating in a cupboard with somone called Moonie.
Tailcocks, tailcocks! Get 'em while they're fresh, they're lovely!
oooh sloe gin - goes fast it does, silly name really.

Butler napped , meat , sniff, sob.
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Good evening, Polar bear. How lovely to see you again.
Sloe gin...now there is a raffle prize...perhaps we'd better offer it round rather than have an unseemly scrap at the draw.

Butler-napped my foot.
A great big hairy lion like you could surely have fought back.
Evening all.
My humble offering for the raffle:

Cherie Blair's autobiography
Half a bag of Werthers Originals
A pair of support tights in American Tan
more like a leg-over-lamb me thinks.......
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She's a hussie that ttfn...
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Welcome, Mrs Overall and thank you so much for those wonderful prizes.
The Cherie Blair book could come in handy as a door stop....
Alas m'lady, I was grabbed by the azaleas & a large amount of chloroform was involved in my abduction
the Cherie Blair book will also come in handy of we run out of Andrex in the ladies
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Quite right, mrs Overall...how thoughtful of you .

LIK...grabbed by the azaleas...lucky it wasn't the hollyhocks..
ttfn is again tagged and rusting in the countryside, may be pursued by Moonie.
One ode offering this week - the other's on "The Apotheosis," a more sombre piece of verse than here.


Alexed said, he said to me,
That every morning he could see
A Lie-in King walking on the sky;
Across the sunny skies of AB morn
He threw great Overalls far and nigh
Of Castle poppy seed among the corn;
And then, he said, the Mad 50s run
To see their crazy poppies in the sun.

A poppy is a Trollish weed,
I said to him - Alexed disagreed;
He said Fair Alba had no JD hand
In spreading Petals and flowers tall and fair
Through boxtops and Meg and Naomi land,
Flipped and Switched by Sibton and Nungate everywhere:
The Troll has not any shining red flower,
But only idiocy in his tiny power.

And then Lie-in King stretched out in the sun
And rolled upon his back for fun:
He kicked his Slinky-Kate legs and roared for joy
Because the Nonna sun was shining down:
He said he was a little cat, a tiny furry boy
And would not work for any Trollish clown:
Only for Lady Alex clad in her imperial gown
A butler, valet and ‘gator guard, the keeper of the feline crown

The fuzz-ball ran and laughed behind a Jogger bee,
And danced for rowan’s ecstasy.
Crazy and wild Poppies, can we have fifty? we said
Knowing there are no Trolls around to ABberate
This weekend of Papaver rhoeas red when we honour the dead
Our didoat thirst though is so bibblebub great
Mad Clubbers, we’d rather imbibe Mamya’s mellow tailcocks
To honour our friends with Viking Vimto rather than poppy-locks.

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