Mad Over Fifties Club.

[nungate]

Owing to computer problems I've been having trouble getting the club open tonight.
So I hereby declare tonight's meeting of the Mad Over Fifties Club open.

The minstrels are up in the gallery playing their madrigals and toccattas, later on they have threatened to play their version of Aerosmiths' greatest hits (oh joy!)
The hot plate special is a beef casserole with dumplings so light and fluffy they have to be tied to the plates! As always there is a selection of volly vonts, canopies and other nibbles. The pudding trolley tonight we have a "pot luck" selection, simply choose which pud would like and it will be brought to you.
All of our usual treats and activities are available for members use so feel free to indulge in whichever past time takes your fancy (just so long as it is legal)
Tonight's tailcock is a special tribute in honour of Excel's Grandma who sadly passed away earlier in the week. He himself has requested it and we are honoured to oblige. Ladies and gentlemen tonight's tailcock is "Grandma's Goodnight Kiss" a delightful distillation which I'm certain will be enjoyed by our members. I hope we will all raise our glasses in a toast to Excel and his dear Grandma.
A warm welcome awaits all who dare enter these portals

carriages at midnight.

[nungate]

Hello Mammar, are you well. Maybe you could have stepped in for Bonnie tonight, I think her voice was "lost in France" ....

[Mammar]

Oh how nice to see Minty and Tone go canoodling off into the moonlit night (sigh) it's good to see her back. I'd forsworn off me chocolate to lose a few pounds to see if I could squeeze into Minty's sparkly but it looks so much better on her.

[murraymints]

Come toooogether...right now...slurp...didn't know you guys could.....groooooove .....poor Brenda...loves a boogie she does.....sob...

[DTCwordfan]

Can we hear you croak, Mammar. Buttons could raffle up some frogs from the undergrowth for a backing choir - they have performed in the Usher as the Toads apparently backing Susan Boil singing 'On My Pond'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrQEWRUIFlw

[tonyav]

Ohhhhh, hope I win the Swarfega !psssst, nungate.

[nungate]

winks back

[tonyav]

Looks like minty's getting errrrrrrrm tired and emotional.

[Mammar]

Igor, you're a gem. And may I say those dumplings look superb. I'll help you out with those, no trouble.
Nungate, I've got Andy Lloyd Wobbly writing my song for me next year. It's about a group of friends who get together every Saturday evening for a good ole knees-up. It's entitled "if you're Fifty, come into the Parlour"
Well, that's its working title . . . Suggestions welcomed

[DTCwordfan]

I thought you were in for excel's motor oil - come to think of that - has anyone published his riffle list this evening?

[tonyav]

Hang on hang on Mammar, how about 'If Your P!ssed Come Into The Parlour'.

[nungate]

knees up Mammar, over fifties dear? We'll need to change the working title...

[tonyav]

Psssst nungate, the motor oil that excel as donated to the roffle, you know what to do !.

[nungate]

Excel has left us a list of goodies for the rofl
1 Star Trek Novel
1 Star Wars novel
1 Watch in excellent working order
1 Euromillions lottery ticket (last night's draw)
3 pencils
and 2 litres of motor oil

What a selection!

[Mammar]

Oh DT - what a lovely link. Surely that's the pond here and the pirry Anna's have a lovely tone. And speaking of Tone, did I spot him and Minty sloping off into the bushes? Naughty, naughty!

[tonyav]

Mammar, just trying to help her look for something she has dropped, honest !.

[Mammar]

Tone - I don't think The Lord would approve of swear words in his entry but I'll mention it to him

[DTCwordfan]

"Will you walk into my parlour?"
Said the Nungate to the Mammar fly;
"'Tis the prettiest little parlour
That ever you did e-spy.
The way into my parlour
Is up a winding QoM stair;
And I have many curious things
To show you when you're there."
"Oh, no, no," said the little Mamma fly;
"To ask me is in vain;
For who goes up your winding Queenie stair
Can ne'er come down again. Ask her boyfriend"

I'm sure you must be weary, Mammar dear,
With soaring up so Daisy Nonna high;
Will you rest upon my little mcfluffy bed?"
Said the Nungate spider to the Mammar fly.
"There are pretty gness-made curtains all around,
The minty sheets are fine and thin, no one spewed
And if you want to rest awhile the MoFC party continues,
I'll snugly tuck you in!"
"Oh, no, no," said the little Mammar fly;
"For I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again
Perhaps in Parkhurst out of the tower from you bed!"

Said the cunning Nungate to the Mammar fly,-
"Dear friend, what can I do
To prove the warm affection
I've always felt for you?
I have within my Igor pantry
Good store of all that's groaning nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome-
Will you please to take a voddie slice?"
"Oh, no, no," said the little Mammar fly,
"Kind Nungate , that cannot be;
I've heard what's in your goat-ridden pantry,
And I do not wish to see!"

"Sweet creature!" said the Nungate,
"Your're witty and you're wise;
How pretty are your gauzy wings,
How brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little pysbbo looking-glass
Upon my bedroom shelf;
If you'll step in one moment, dear,
You shall excel yourself."
"I thank you, gentle Nungate," she said,
"For what you're pleased to say,
And, bidding you good-evening now,
I'll call another day.
Tony - your taxi please."

[murraymints]

Anyone fancy a dip ? ....hic.....walk this way....hic...slurp....keep the sparkly on rest can come off...slurp....

[murraymints]

Night hic night captain DT..xxx

[Mammar]

Glory! This Swedish lot on the tele are barmy! They've got the staff of Ikea dancing and they're singing about titties! Mebbe I can get away with your title after all