Mad over Fifties Club

[ladyalex]

The Club is now open.

All members old and old are welcomed once again to the Club.


lordalex and I are stepping out tonight on an unexpected gallivant so I will be opening up then dashing off. I hope to be able to look in later .

I'm sure I leave you all in very capable hands...or paws.

[owdhamer]

good evening me lady, so its the workingmans club again is it

[gness]

I am very well thank you though reeling from unfortunate experiences with modern technology. I may, therefore,need to take my large tailcock and go in search of ye olde bikeshed.

[Lie-in King]

Good evening gentlemen - flagons of tailcocks, sirs & please try Matron's nibbles...

[Mamyalynne]

Juliet was not Dutch DT, don't get me in bother at the GUM clinic.

[gness]

Dutch caps are very springy. They could take your eye out.

[Mamyalynne]

He started it not me.

[owdhamer]

wonder if milady has left the vintage claret out

[Lie-in King]

Alas sir, the good stuff is under the protection of multiple locks & booby-traps...

[DTCwordfan]

The Bard’s Blessed Cold

The Bard’s caught a Polar Cold and he’s so bunged up.
His legs they feel like sloopy keel lead.
His bones ache. His throat is sqad rash sore.
And there are pains inside his head, thinking over Ed.
He’s taken lots of Mamya Aspirin and NoM wine remedies,
In the hope his ills to drive an Apostolic cure,
His nose on the morrow will be lit in the brightest of Petal reds
So he’ll no longer look so angelically nungate demure.
He’s here in front of the alba AB screen all day,
Indian 20-20 cricket on the owdhamer TV, no racing for the allure,
Oh so llama and alpaca gray
His AB family has left him alone.
They claim they can’t take time from flumping work,
So not much sympathy have they shown.
The croc also leaving him well alone.
But now he’s got part of the Castle to himself
He can Lie-in-King snuggle down and have a nice rest.
A Glisterx tailcock or five to put the gness grippe to the test
A chorizo stew, voltra vons, blinis, soaked Orkney caviar, the very best
The Bard might have a wee snotty cold, but I think you’ll agree
That with a day in bed with (fill in female name) and I’ve been blessed.

[Lie-in King]

Bravo, sir - I have refilled your "Best Bard In The World" flagon.

Tailcocks, tailcocks! Get 'em while they glister, they're lovely!

[nungate]

Devasted! I need a small dark cave in which to crawl and recover my equilibrium....................

[Mamyalynne]

Another one for the anthology.

[Lie-in King]

There's an alcove over here miss, if you would like to hip this way?

Oops - hop this way, miss - I have placed a bucket of tailcock within...

[DaisyNonna]

Evening friends. For the rifle I have a tube of sun cream, unopened, three scented soap ducks (lily of the valley) and a grapefruit knife. My broom needs careful handling, scared by a kestrel over the motorway. My cloak has states a preference to be with other outercoverings which are not synthetic. Sorry but have you tried getting help recently?

[nungate]

You are too kind, your Majesty............sob..........

[Lie-in King]

Ahem.. There, there miss nungate...

Good evening miss Daisy - miss flump's poncho is once again looking for company? Your broom will be quite safe, I assure you miss - your flagon...

[Mamyalynne]

No tears nungate please, shall I put the radiogram on??

[DaisyNonna]

DT Do take exra care of yourself. Your literary offerings are a highlight of the week. May I suggest a hefty scotch, lemon and honey?

[nungate]

The radiogram would be delightful, something cheery like Leonard Cohen perhaps?

[gness]

I am so,so sorry. I found a poncho which I borrowed to keep warm while I searched for ye olde bikeshed. It now has a small hole and is stuck on a large rosebush in these magnificent grounds. Am I in trouble and may I have a large refill?