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Mad Over Fifties Club
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Greetings from Snowy Nungate Towers.
A warm welcome awaits any Mad Over Fifty who braves the elements this cold winter night. For your entertainment this evening we are finally able to have the Ice Skating Gala, postponed from last week, so it's everyone down to the frozen lake later this evening. For tonight's hot plate special we have that old favourite Potage Bonne Femme - yes we managed to find another good woman! In addition, we also have a heartwarming hot pot, and the usual offerings of volly vonts and horses doovers and on the pudding trolley is a clootie dumpling with lashings of lovely custard!
In addition to their usual samplings of madrigals and toccattas, the minstrels will be playing a selection of Alice Cooper's greatest hits, and a small chamber orchestra have secreted themselves in the garden pavilion to provide the music for the ice skating. Also on offer by the lake will be mulled wine and all manner of hot drinks. Tonight's tailcock the "Snowglobe flurry" will only be available within the Towers as it is a somewhat potent brew, and we do not wish any of our guests to be seeing pink penguins within the Towers' grounds.
For the rofl we have an interesting selection of snow shovels and gritting salt
Sleighs ordered for midnight.
A warm welcome awaits any Mad Over Fifty who braves the elements this cold winter night. For your entertainment this evening we are finally able to have the Ice Skating Gala, postponed from last week, so it's everyone down to the frozen lake later this evening. For tonight's hot plate special we have that old favourite Potage Bonne Femme - yes we managed to find another good woman! In addition, we also have a heartwarming hot pot, and the usual offerings of volly vonts and horses doovers and on the pudding trolley is a clootie dumpling with lashings of lovely custard!
In addition to their usual samplings of madrigals and toccattas, the minstrels will be playing a selection of Alice Cooper's greatest hits, and a small chamber orchestra have secreted themselves in the garden pavilion to provide the music for the ice skating. Also on offer by the lake will be mulled wine and all manner of hot drinks. Tonight's tailcock the "Snowglobe flurry" will only be available within the Towers as it is a somewhat potent brew, and we do not wish any of our guests to be seeing pink penguins within the Towers' grounds.
For the rofl we have an interesting selection of snow shovels and gritting salt
Sleighs ordered for midnight.
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Our Nungate Towers bodies become at one with the ice,
Tailcock Warmth that flows into the cold.
The ice, the friendly Sparkles ice,
Has many MoFC faces:
Smooth like QoM gossamer it takes the blade like water,
Like the kiss of tony’s lip on minty's soft cheek,
A caress that runs deep,
That gives power and grace and precision,
And above all, racing snail speed.
On such Daisy skaters sing in her movements,
And her smiles are pure joy;
Their Mad Night moments are a nothingness,
And they become pure in their AB existence.
Wherever AB smiles are, they’re alive:
They are themselves,
And their lives are like Adam's Ale water,
Fluid in the living.
On other ice sibton's blade sinks too deep,
And everything is pure effort:
The smiles remain, this is a time for learning, not nungate dancing.
To learn!
Ah, to learn, do we ever learn.
Pushing to the limits, each MoFC skater finds themselves tested:
Beyond the test comes alcoholic transcendence,
The weekly code for living life.
Feelings and the numbed mind are everything;
Where the mind goes, the bard's body follows;
They carry their Mac treasure without knowing.
To skate, then, just as the mrs overall angels of the moment
Is to be in Nungate Towers winter heaven.
Tailcock Warmth that flows into the cold.
The ice, the friendly Sparkles ice,
Has many MoFC faces:
Smooth like QoM gossamer it takes the blade like water,
Like the kiss of tony’s lip on minty's soft cheek,
A caress that runs deep,
That gives power and grace and precision,
And above all, racing snail speed.
On such Daisy skaters sing in her movements,
And her smiles are pure joy;
Their Mad Night moments are a nothingness,
And they become pure in their AB existence.
Wherever AB smiles are, they’re alive:
They are themselves,
And their lives are like Adam's Ale water,
Fluid in the living.
On other ice sibton's blade sinks too deep,
And everything is pure effort:
The smiles remain, this is a time for learning, not nungate dancing.
To learn!
Ah, to learn, do we ever learn.
Pushing to the limits, each MoFC skater finds themselves tested:
Beyond the test comes alcoholic transcendence,
The weekly code for living life.
Feelings and the numbed mind are everything;
Where the mind goes, the bard's body follows;
They carry their Mac treasure without knowing.
To skate, then, just as the mrs overall angels of the moment
Is to be in Nungate Towers winter heaven.
