Mad Over 50's Club now open

[Mamyalynne]

Good evening once again everyone, hope you are all well.

Tonight's buffet is a simple affair (been very busy) an assortment of open sandwiches, mixed salads and home made coleslaw. Dessert is a fruits of the forest pavlova.

Tonight's Tailcock is Wow, lively and not to be forgotten in a hurry.

I don't bring Rofl prizes tonight (shall explain soon) but....for each male a Trophy engraved to their particular talent - 'Best Bard', 'Plumber par Excellence' etc.
All the ladies have a hand tied bouquet.

So let the evening commence.

[Psybbo]

So no more clearing up afterwards> Tears

[DaisyNonna]

Thanks for brightening my Saturday evenings.
For the rifle I have brought:
Pair of silver court shoes
Box of assorted sequins
Tube of Blisteze
Spray can of fake tan
Pair of false eyelashes

Need a tailcock after your announcement. And a sarnie. Got any bacon and banana?

Lovely flowers, you shouldn't have but I'm glad you did.
Enjoy your family.

[polar-bear]

I shall really miss you Mamya, and that mangy old lion

[Mamyalynne]

Sibbers - into each life....

Hi Daisy and PB

[tonyav]

Thanks mamya sniff sniff sob sob.

[Mamyalynne]

Bacon and banana coming up

[Lie-in King]

Good evening to the Misses Daisy & bear - your flagons...

Mangy old lion, mutter, grumble...

[Psybbo]

Lovely, cuddly pussycat, butler x

[DTCwordfan]

They say a LieInKings’s roar
can be heard six miles away.
Therefore, if you wake up, hungover, one night,
and you hear the LieInKing roar,
which is completely different
from the AlexanderEd’s snore.
Don’t panic, LieInKing could be,
at least six miles away.
Then on the other hand,
maybe you should panic,
the lion could actually be
in the coat closet
only a minute away.
Farewell our LieInKing
if your roar is to be muted
Your Buttling a flagon finishing
Your Pride with us for ever saluted.

[tonyav]

Bacon and Banana, what an unusual concoction.

[tonyav]

Hear hear (or is that here here ) DT.

[Mamyalynne]

or everywhere hic!

[DTCwordfan]

Hard by the lilied Moat I saw
A duskish, greenish river-dragon stretched along,
The brown habergeon of his limbs glisten enamelled
With sanguine tailcock glasses and leftovers of Mamya’s buffet:
And on his back there lay a young one sleeping,
No bigger than a tiny dog; Alfie, with eyes like brown beads,
And a small fragment of the eight of Clubs
Remaining on his harmless, puppy snout;
A thing to laugh at, as he gaped to catch
The gambling cards. In the iron jaws
Of the great Moat-beast, like a pale soul
Fluttering in the Castle hell, lightsomely flew
A Gallus gallus domesticus, replete with Vodka’s Coronation Sauce
Devoured, before clearing the betting chips from his throat.
Strains of Wishbone Ash idling melancholically across the slimy water.
Llama’s arrived: A fifty pound note, nungate’s float, drifts idly by.
The Game is on; It’s Saturday evening at his Lady’s Castle.
Croc’s Delight, it’s the last Texas Hold’em on the cards tonight.

[tonyav]

Oh no, pass the bucket quick !

[Psybbo]

tony, here's a bacon buttie

[tonyav]

Ohhhhhh, lovely. Thanks sibo.

[DTCwordfan]

I must say that Lady J and I have a major phobia to bananas and well documented this barfing is on Good Morning and The Apotheosis.

[Lie-in King]

Tailcocks, tailcocks! Get 'em while they're Wownderfully fresh, they're lovely!

Superb odeage, Mr DT!

It might interest guests to know that the croc & his cat have asked if they might accompany me on my travels (I'm away from home for a while) & I've said they can come, as long as they behave themselves...

[tonyav]

The skins, innards or both, DT.

[DTCwordfan]

I'm not testing, tony.