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Good evening everyone, Her Ladyship is somewhat delayed, so welcome to all.
Please leave all wellies, snowsuits, skis etc in the vestibule, hopefully someone will be along to hide them very soon.
All fires are stoked and roaring away, we have warming chilli beef broth with crusty rolls and Jacket potatoes with a wide variety of toppings, should warm us through.
This week's guest tailcock is the old familiar but very lovely Snowflake#
For the Rofl:
3 Icicles (there were more?)
Half packet of green lentils
2 pot thimbles
Jar of Bloater paste (BBE 1987)
So settle in and get warm.
Please leave all wellies, snowsuits, skis etc in the vestibule, hopefully someone will be along to hide them very soon.
All fires are stoked and roaring away, we have warming chilli beef broth with crusty rolls and Jacket potatoes with a wide variety of toppings, should warm us through.
This week's guest tailcock is the old familiar but very lovely Snowflake#
For the Rofl:
3 Icicles (there were more?)
Half packet of green lentils
2 pot thimbles
Jar of Bloater paste (BBE 1987)
So settle in and get warm.
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Good evening all and Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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Extracting me good self from the Moat - a Llama by the throat, LieInKing giving me a pretty stoat, and now I need heat and turn into toast.
Anyway: riffle then a poem to Lady A's castle, shivering in this icy blast.
1. one pack of half-eaten flied rice.
2. one chop stick
3. one dim sum, pork, croccy got the rest
4. lump of llama wool
5. one knitting needle for said wool for Nungate
6. one alligator shoe
7. one cockroach (found in Chyknees)
8. one lychee found in sock that was in shoe, said hose knited by nungate from said wool, from said llama that has played with said croc.
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Extracting me good self from the Moat - a Llama by the throat, LieInKing giving me a pretty stoat, and now I need heat and turn into toast.
Anyway: riffle then a poem to Lady A's castle, shivering in this icy blast.
1. one pack of half-eaten flied rice.
2. one chop stick
3. one dim sum, pork, croccy got the rest
4. lump of llama wool
5. one knitting needle for said wool for Nungate
6. one alligator shoe
7. one cockroach (found in Chyknees)
8. one lychee found in sock that was in shoe, said hose knited by nungate from said wool, from said llama that has played with said croc.
Well I was going to see if I could get in tonight, but I reached the door, coughed,and wet my long johns. (Its the cold caused that) Am hovering by the door, do I battle my way home and change, or would it be permisable to dry them out by the fire please. (I do carry Febreze with me ) For the rofl I have a packet of stuffing and a cup a soup stuffed in the rather damp long johns.
Good evening sir & miss - under orders from Matron I am to provide guests with steaming broth as well as flagons of tailcocks...
Miss beattie - the screen over in the corner should provide adequate cover for the removal of any - ahem - garments from... beneath other garments... - ahem - if you would kindly place them in one of the bags provided, I'm sure we can prevail upon Matron's laundry skills :-)
Miss beattie - the screen over in the corner should provide adequate cover for the removal of any - ahem - garments from... beneath other garments... - ahem - if you would kindly place them in one of the bags provided, I'm sure we can prevail upon Matron's laundry skills :-)
Ode to a Castle
Lady A has a beautiful castle,
With moats, towers and battlements fair;
And many an AB banner, with joyous device,
Floats aloft in the winter air.
The walls are of Petal chocolate;
The towers are of massive gold;
And the lights that stream from the windows
A Noble scene unfold.
Ah! Mad visitors enter her castle
With its pomp of Daisy sheen,
You would say that it Nonna surpasses
The palace that holds the Party so ready and keen.
Could you but enter as we do,
And pace through the vaulted hall,
And mark the hidden closets with our coats Giveup and Mrs Overall behind the choccy wall;
With the costly riffle prizes about them,
That send their offerings afar,
With a chaste and softened Mamya
Her icy tailcocks stirring on the distant bar.
And where is this wonderful AB castle,
With its rich Alex emblazonings,
Whose Slinky pomp so far surpasses
The homes of the greatest noble kings?
Come out with me a winter morning
And lie by the iced moat grass,
And lower your eyes to the inky blue,
And you will see it pass.
There! can you not see any grasscarp fish;
But the croc so stately and high,
Who thinks his teeth are tipped with llama skin,
And from his keeper, a snore and a drunken sigh.
Dear Mad 50s friend, you are only dreaming,
The castle so stately and fair
Is only a comfortable structure,
PolarBear asleep in the chair.
Perchance Guests are plentiful. We know not
If a Sibton, Nungate or Maggiebee;
But yet, in our inmost sir-prized hearts, we feel
The gossip chatters and the food is free.
For when thirst and hunger are round us,
And our hearts are heavy with care,
we steal away from the Jogger crowd,
To Nibble a buffet morsel, so sating a fare.
There are Butlers to do our bidding;
There is a Lie-in-King to heed our call;
And Milud and Milady, with an air of pdust pride,
May pace through the vaulted hall.
And We fear not the Editorial Moderators
With horrid Trolls under their sway;
For we are not, in our own AB right,
Harsh critics as proud as they?
What matter, then, if to others
Lady A’s castle a vision may beattie,
Since we feel, in the depths of our own heart,
Saturday night, tailcocks, and the occasional banshee?
A glorious castle in Ann AB Land
Frivolity, humour, bliss and gaiety
The weekend evening draws into an AYG night
Our lives short-while, no pain or Anxiety.
Lady A has a beautiful castle,
With moats, towers and battlements fair;
And many an AB banner, with joyous device,
Floats aloft in the winter air.
The walls are of Petal chocolate;
The towers are of massive gold;
And the lights that stream from the windows
A Noble scene unfold.
Ah! Mad visitors enter her castle
With its pomp of Daisy sheen,
You would say that it Nonna surpasses
The palace that holds the Party so ready and keen.
Could you but enter as we do,
And pace through the vaulted hall,
And mark the hidden closets with our coats Giveup and Mrs Overall behind the choccy wall;
With the costly riffle prizes about them,
That send their offerings afar,
With a chaste and softened Mamya
Her icy tailcocks stirring on the distant bar.
And where is this wonderful AB castle,
With its rich Alex emblazonings,
Whose Slinky pomp so far surpasses
The homes of the greatest noble kings?
Come out with me a winter morning
And lie by the iced moat grass,
And lower your eyes to the inky blue,
And you will see it pass.
There! can you not see any grasscarp fish;
But the croc so stately and high,
Who thinks his teeth are tipped with llama skin,
And from his keeper, a snore and a drunken sigh.
Dear Mad 50s friend, you are only dreaming,
The castle so stately and fair
Is only a comfortable structure,
PolarBear asleep in the chair.
Perchance Guests are plentiful. We know not
If a Sibton, Nungate or Maggiebee;
But yet, in our inmost sir-prized hearts, we feel
The gossip chatters and the food is free.
For when thirst and hunger are round us,
And our hearts are heavy with care,
we steal away from the Jogger crowd,
To Nibble a buffet morsel, so sating a fare.
There are Butlers to do our bidding;
There is a Lie-in-King to heed our call;
And Milud and Milady, with an air of pdust pride,
May pace through the vaulted hall.
And We fear not the Editorial Moderators
With horrid Trolls under their sway;
For we are not, in our own AB right,
Harsh critics as proud as they?
What matter, then, if to others
Lady A’s castle a vision may beattie,
Since we feel, in the depths of our own heart,
Saturday night, tailcocks, and the occasional banshee?
A glorious castle in Ann AB Land
Frivolity, humour, bliss and gaiety
The weekend evening draws into an AYG night
Our lives short-while, no pain or Anxiety.
Brrrrrrr! It's a bit nippy noodles out there tonight. A pailful of your warming broth if I may Mama, just to thaw the old joints you know, I may partake of your excellent (if somewhat chilly looking tailcocks later). I just parked my skiddoo out in the courtyard - too chilly to bring the llama tonight, so I hope no one falls over it in the dark, I shall venture out soon and place a warning light by it.............am I correct in thinking I spotted the croc and his cat practising a triple salchow on my way in?
