Mad Over Fifties Club

[nungate]

Good evening and welcome to Nungate Towers, venue of the latest meeting of the AB Mad Over Fifties club.
What have we for your delight and edification tonight?
Well, our Tailcock of the evening will be the "HowlinGale" inspiration drawn from the hoolie blowing outside! For our hot plate special we have that stomach lining dish, Stovies, hearty and filing, the very thing for a dark and stormy night! On the pudding trolley, our pastry chef has excelled himself and invented an ice cream Battenburg! Strawberry and Vanilla ice cream swathed in a golden almond sponge cake (a bit like a square Arctic Roll!) and of course the usual selection of volley vonts, canopies and horses doovers! mmm yum!
Up in the gallery, in addition to the usual selection of Madrigals and fugues played by the Minstrels, they will be joined later by the Towers' staff in the Great Hall for Carol singing (we haven't told Carol yet, boy will she be
surprised!) In the ballroom, we have our favourite local band The Tone Deafs playing a selection of oldies but goodies and just a soupcon of seasonal numbers tossed in to add a little festive touch.
The indoor pool is open to members, as is the library, where we have a lovely fire blazing in the hearth, and a fabulous selection of books and periodicals for members who would prefer a quieter evening, the snug is also available for members wishing a quiet time, there is a trolley of drinks and snacks laid out and a huge array of DVDs to choose from if members would prefer to watch something. Of course the hot tub is bubbling away on the North Tower for those members wishing to brave the elements (hopefully it has been well anchored) however I must state that owing to high winds the bungee will not be in operation this evening (the piranhas in the moat will be sorry and Igor will have to feed them later ....)
And now a short announcement for our members.
Next week will be MOFC's Annual Christmas Ball, members may wish to come in mufti if they please or dress as characters from Pantomime or any form of fancy dress of their choosing. Santa will of course "drop" in on proceedings with gifts for all!
For the rofl tonight I offer:
3 yards of purple tinsel (surplus to requirements)
1 set of fairy lights (not working)
4 boxes of Christmas tree baubles (smashed, thank you Plant aka "butterfingers" .......)
Igor will be in the vestibule to collect cloaks, brooms and any other accoutrements members wish to be concealed during the course of tonight's meeting (no guarantees of their safe return)
Queenofmean sends her apologies she has a prior engagement this evening
Daisynonna will also be an absentee owing to a better offer sigh Igor of course is devastated .......

A warm welcome awaits all who dare enter these portals


carriages at midnight

[tonyav]

I like that one, DT, goats always arouse my interest.

[nungate]

Like we didn't know that Tony ........

[tonyav]

Just thought I'd remind you, nungate lol.

[DTCwordfan]

I hate to say it but seagulls may be quieter than goats.

[tonyav]

Not the seagulls that I've seen and heard, DT.

[DTCwordfan]

The seagulls think we ABers live at Nungate's seaside:
Her tower and roofs are their cliffs;
they swoop for fish in the gutter
but are happy that it's last night's fried rice.
They stand about screaming on Igor's breeks
and ride the sea-'breezes' pumped out
by the Tower's air-conditioning.
They hover over the waves of Tony's cars
and if you stare at them,
wondering what they're doing
so far from home,
they stare back:
'This is our home now.
That stovie kebab
is indeed a Queenie crab.'

[nungate]

we have air conditioning? I thought the Towers were just drafty!

[tonyav]

Hope none of the gulls land on the moat, mind you it would save Igor having to feed the piranhas later.

[Igor61]

That's a good idea Tony sir, I hate having to feed the piranhas, I might slip in!
and it's blowing a hoolie out there!!

[tonyav]

Igor, please don't wear your chains whilst feeding Madams pet piranhas, if you should slip and fall into the moat then I think you would go straight to the bottom. And with a hoolie blowing anything could happen.

[Igor61]

I promise to wear my wellies with the extra strong grip soles Tony sir,

Can I fetch you another bucket?

[Blackiequine]

Knock, knock, can I come in? I haven't been here before but I couldn't resist the delicious smell of stovies. Does this mean you're in the granite city or has this howlin' gale wafted the aroma for hundreds of miles?

[tonyav]

Ok then, Igor. You should be safe wearing those wellies.
And yes please, another bucket and another plate of madams stovie.

[tonyav]

Evening blackiequine and welcome.

[nungate]

Good evening Blackquinie, and welcome, we shall try to break you in gently to our ways here at the Towers. Basically you don't have to be mad to join us but it does help. We are well south of Aberdeen (fit like?) but if the aroma of our stovies has travelled so far north, it is certainly a hoolie and a half! Would you care for a bucket of tailcock or do you prefer a glass?

[DTCwordfan]

Good evening blackiequine - you maybe a very useful addition of you can treat the malaria victims, the marsh gets very full of mozzies in the summer months, though the piranhas like them, along with french fries.

[Blackiequine]

No jam jars? We're a bit more refined up here than buckets but not quite sofistickated enough for glasses. Thank you for your warm welcomes. Was your Ma a Torry Quine, I notice you parley the language, Nun (maybe she, too, was a nun - or maybe not). I've never heard of stovies made from sausages, she must have been very posh.

[Mammar]

Just throwing my hat through the door to give apologies.
Got company staying.
Mad house here.
See you next week hopefully.
Lots love
PS make free with the chocolate cupboard. I'm too full of a fish and chip supper to care x

[nungate]

We can do jam jars if you prefer Blackie. Not a native of the Granite city but I did go there on my holidays when I was young - My mum wanted rose bushes from Andersons we got a holiday out of it! Ah them were the days!

[Igor61]

Madame, the chef has emptied a jar of pickles so we can furnish Madame Blackiequinie with a receptacle for her tailcock.

Ah, good evening Madame Mammar, I shall fetch your bucket presently...