Mad over Fifties Club

[ladyalex]

The Club is now Open.

Welcome once again to our weekly get-together for fun frolics and felicity.

The weather is being much kinder to us this week, so all members are reminded to wear sunscreen at all times.

The heating is off and it is time for the annual boiler-scrape and polish. Any volunteers are asked to sign up as a lack of volunteers will lead to conscription.

This week's raffle prizes include

a flue brush (handy for the boiler-scrape)
six black plastic rubbish bags (ditto)
a small set of step ladders, hardly wonky at all (ditto again)
half a tin of Zebo (ditto again again)

[DTCwordfan]

damn the versing didnt work

I live in a beautiful castle,
With towers and battlements so sibton fair;
And many a Zac’s banner, with Lie-in King devices,
Floats in the outer air.

The walls are of gness silver;
The towers are of owdhamer gold;
And the lights that sloopy-stream from the windows
Noble Mad Over 50s scenes unfold.

Ah! could you but enter our castle
With its pomp of regal Lady sheen,
You would say that it far surpasses
The palace of Lady A always a-gleam.

Could you but enter as I do,
And pace like Lady J through the vaulted hall,
And mark the stately Lion Closets,
And the pictures of Alexandered on the flaky wall;

With Mamya’s tailcocks and nibbles about the place,
That send their Big Mac aroma ever afar,
The guests with plates, chaste with softened splendour
Like the light of a distant Mrs Overall star!

And where is this wonderful castle,
With its rich BigJack emblazonings,
Whose pomp so far surpasses
The homes of the greatest kings?

Come out with me at evening-time
And lie in the dewey moat-grass,
And lower your eyes in the supersuezy ether blue,
And you will see the fattened croc pass.

There! can you not see Alba on the battlements;
And the excelsior turrets stately and AYG high,
Whose lofty hc summits are tipped with Polar clouds,
And lost in the arching sunnydave sky?

Dear Over 50s friend, you are only dreaming,
Lady A’s castle so stately and fair
Is only a wonderful lardhelmet structure,--
As if a castle in the air.

Perchance you are right. I know not
If an Ankou phantom it may be;
But yet, in my inmost gness-like heart, I feel
That it lives, and lives for me.

For when Flumpy clouds and darkness are round me,
And my heart is heavy with DaisyNonna care,
I steal me away from the noisy crowd,
To dwell in the AB castle fair.

There are Buttles to do our bidding;
There are Paid Valets to heed our call;
And we, with a TTFN air of pride,
May pace through the vaulted Slinky hall.

And I envy not the Nungate’s
With Llamas under her sway;
For am I not, in my own right,
A Bard as chameleonesque and crazy as they?

What matter, then, if to others, trolls and all
Our castle a phantom may or may not be,
Since I feel, in the depths of my own heart,
That it is not so to me?

[Mamyalynne]

Wondrous, truly wondrous - sniff!!

[DaisyNonna]

South coast Nun. Hose pipe a big no-no. Hope you get full mobility soon.
Thanks Your Maj. A lonely shawl? Hope it has not lost its baby! Could you possibly asperge the twiggy bits of the broom? Eric is a little testy this evening. He prefers snow.

[flump1]

DT , wonderful prose as ever. Good to see you made it , I was beginning to wonder of your whereabouts . My whereabouts are here....somewhere.....in a cranny....I believe. Maybe another Scorchio and I may recall my whereabouts .

[maggiebee]

Evening friends, please excuse my tardiness, been rather a busy day. A flagon of scorpio would slip down rather well as would a few moments rest on the chaise longue to recharge the batteries.
For the rofl may I offer:
1 straw sunhat, only slightly misshapen
2 hearing aid batteries
bunch of plastic roses
Watering can rose
Aahhh slipping down well folks. Do give a gentle nudge if I slip over.

[nungate]

We used to holiday down on the s.e coast, staying in Rye and exploring Eat Sussex and Kent, we loved it down there. Keep saying we must get back down to the south coast, maybe one of these days Daisy.

[Lie-in King]

One broom spruce-up & a flagon refilled, miss - your cloak & miss flump's shawl are getting on quite well...

Miss flump, a refill...

Good evening, miss maggiebee - your flagon...

[nungate]

oops! I appear to have drained my bucket, must locate the butler.....

[Lie-in King]

No need, miss nungate - a fresh bucket has been prepared...

[beattie819]

Hello, may I join please? A little late, just got back from Eurovision.Although I have over indulged, my eyes are bossy

[petal54]

DT's verses very good,brtter than eurovespers!had a wonderful day in the sun,also numpties to view the olds house,people just seem to like a nose,too big or no annex,celler too small doh!!

[beattie819]

Have you ruffled yet?

[DaisyNonna]

You are a credit to your Pride. Or is that Prejudiced? Your feline community.

[Mamyalynne]

As her Ladyship has been spirited awy, time for me to announce the Rofl

This weeks tickets are number lilac

[nungate]

muchas gracias, senor gato....

[Mamyalynne]

Winning colours are:


7
81
24
36
49
19
22
55

[Lie-in King]

Good evening to the misses beattie & petal - your chilled flagons...

Thank you Matron - my tickets were numbered scarlet...

[beattie819]

I have number lilac colour 4

[maggiebee]

Oh dear, unlucky again Mamya, I've got number yellow. Tailcocks here I come, flagon empty again and I'm ready to party.

[DaisyNonna]

19 is my colour! Have I won something? First ever.