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Mad Over Fifties Club
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Good evening and welcome to Nungate Towers for the latest meeting of Mad Over Fifties Club. Igor is at the door eagerly awaiting tonights arrivals so that he can gather up their coats, cloaks a broomsticks for concealment around the Towers, members should note that all items left for concealment are left at their own risk and we cannot guarantee their safe return at the end of our revels
Tonights Tailcock will be the "Dyspeptic Daiquiri", shall we say it's an "interesting brew" not to mention colourful!
Our hot plate special tonight is roast chicken with all the trimmings! For those who might prefer something lighter, we have a selection of volly vonts
horses doovers and canopies. On the pudding trolley, we have a special request by Queenofmean for an Ice Cream Gateau, layers of different flavours of ice cream, swathed in whipped cream and topped with a selection of fresh fruit.
We are pleased to announce the return of the bungee to the topmost tower
and the hot tub is also back in his rightful place atop the North Tower, and of course his best friend the Mini bar has returned there too (fully stocked)
(sadly the indoor pool is bereft now his friends have relocated from the dungeon) Now that the lighter evenings have returned we are delighted to say that the gardens and the maze are also open for members use. Rowing boats will be available in a few weeks for rowing on the lake, and the racetrack has had new floodlights for night time driving and the cars are all ready for racing!
Our indoor entertainment comes in the shape of our Minstrels who are tuning up in the gallery of the Great Hall getting ready to serve up their usual selection of madrigals and toccattas. In the Ball Room, we have engaged the services of the Tone Deafs a selection of Eighties Hits. As always our indoor facilities are available to all members, as it will be a few weeks before we can use the outdoor pool, members are reminded that the indoor pool is ready for use (swimsuits are available) I would urge members to give it a try, he's feeling very low since his friends have returned to the North Tower.
Our well stocked library has all the latest magazines and periodicals, including the latest edition of Quantum Physics for Midwives. Members must remember not to feed the Triffid if they visit the conservatory, its next feed is due at Easter. (would the owner of the green hat found at the feet of the triffid please collect it from Lost Property) I am happy to say that owing to members good behaviour in not throwing litter into the moat, the piranhas have recovered from their bout of indigestion (the pepto bismol was turning the water pink!)
Please hand all contributions for the rofl to Belle in the vestibule)
For tonights rofl I offer:
- Pack of needles (rusty and blunt)
- tangle of embroidery threads
- half finished cross stitch picture (chart lost)
A warm welcome awaits all who dare enter these portals
carriages at midnight
Tonights Tailcock will be the "Dyspeptic Daiquiri", shall we say it's an "interesting brew" not to mention colourful!
Our hot plate special tonight is roast chicken with all the trimmings! For those who might prefer something lighter, we have a selection of volly vonts
horses doovers and canopies. On the pudding trolley, we have a special request by Queenofmean for an Ice Cream Gateau, layers of different flavours of ice cream, swathed in whipped cream and topped with a selection of fresh fruit.
We are pleased to announce the return of the bungee to the topmost tower
and the hot tub is also back in his rightful place atop the North Tower, and of course his best friend the Mini bar has returned there too (fully stocked)
(sadly the indoor pool is bereft now his friends have relocated from the dungeon) Now that the lighter evenings have returned we are delighted to say that the gardens and the maze are also open for members use. Rowing boats will be available in a few weeks for rowing on the lake, and the racetrack has had new floodlights for night time driving and the cars are all ready for racing!
Our indoor entertainment comes in the shape of our Minstrels who are tuning up in the gallery of the Great Hall getting ready to serve up their usual selection of madrigals and toccattas. In the Ball Room, we have engaged the services of the Tone Deafs a selection of Eighties Hits. As always our indoor facilities are available to all members, as it will be a few weeks before we can use the outdoor pool, members are reminded that the indoor pool is ready for use (swimsuits are available) I would urge members to give it a try, he's feeling very low since his friends have returned to the North Tower.
Our well stocked library has all the latest magazines and periodicals, including the latest edition of Quantum Physics for Midwives. Members must remember not to feed the Triffid if they visit the conservatory, its next feed is due at Easter. (would the owner of the green hat found at the feet of the triffid please collect it from Lost Property) I am happy to say that owing to members good behaviour in not throwing litter into the moat, the piranhas have recovered from their bout of indigestion (the pepto bismol was turning the water pink!)
Please hand all contributions for the rofl to Belle in the vestibule)
For tonights rofl I offer:
- Pack of needles (rusty and blunt)
- tangle of embroidery threads
- half finished cross stitch picture (chart lost)
A warm welcome awaits all who dare enter these portals
carriages at midnight
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Not one start, or two,
But three before they're off,
Great consumer of tailcocks and vollies, pumping and pounding,
While Psybbo's fellow betters scoff,
Picking, gossiping, gawping,
As legs jostle and grind,
A sofa approaches, tension mounts, the crowd’s willpower booms,
Their steed, their bet in mind,
When one falls, a few betters slump,
Others look on with glee,
Their steed made it through, still in the race, a competitor,
‘There may be some Scottish Salmond notes for me.’
Another sofa,
Soon approaches,
Breath billowing, the steeds pant and sweat, their buckets consumed,
Forgotten are the people, they came in Daisy coaches,
To see, to witness,
This theatrical event,
With triumphs, tragedy, the suspense, which comes in bucket loads,
Their time, money, here spent,
Six or seven MoFCers gone
As they hurtle on still,
The thumps of knuckles, a cry rising up,
as more and more fall, but the winner?
The tortoise – or the hare?
Because you see, in this race,
Only a steed of both types will prevail,
To survive forty yards, relentless jumping and then still,
the final straw,
A full out sprint, faster than a gale,
Of wind whipping and battering,
The steed must be faster,
Than all others, of course, to beat, to win, to succeed,
A rasher dasher,
The final sprint,
They’ve come so far,
Faced adversity and succeeded where so many others have fallen,
A do, a ray, a Queenie and a laa,
Before the winner is chosen,
It was frustratingly close, at the end
The rider stays so Igor frozen, a hush....
and the result is announced,
To Nungate the triumph is lent,
And Tony, the fifty-plus grey,
On the former, the Edinburgh press do pounce,
‘How do you feel?’ they say, themselves, comically,
out of breath, a reply of thanks mumbled,
Before praise to Gin and Tonics is announced,
And the 'Tower's National' runners release a smug nay.
But three before they're off,
Great consumer of tailcocks and vollies, pumping and pounding,
While Psybbo's fellow betters scoff,
Picking, gossiping, gawping,
As legs jostle and grind,
A sofa approaches, tension mounts, the crowd’s willpower booms,
Their steed, their bet in mind,
When one falls, a few betters slump,
Others look on with glee,
Their steed made it through, still in the race, a competitor,
‘There may be some Scottish Salmond notes for me.’
Another sofa,
Soon approaches,
Breath billowing, the steeds pant and sweat, their buckets consumed,
Forgotten are the people, they came in Daisy coaches,
To see, to witness,
This theatrical event,
With triumphs, tragedy, the suspense, which comes in bucket loads,
Their time, money, here spent,
Six or seven MoFCers gone
As they hurtle on still,
The thumps of knuckles, a cry rising up,
as more and more fall, but the winner?
The tortoise – or the hare?
Because you see, in this race,
Only a steed of both types will prevail,
To survive forty yards, relentless jumping and then still,
the final straw,
A full out sprint, faster than a gale,
Of wind whipping and battering,
The steed must be faster,
Than all others, of course, to beat, to win, to succeed,
A rasher dasher,
The final sprint,
They’ve come so far,
Faced adversity and succeeded where so many others have fallen,
A do, a ray, a Queenie and a laa,
Before the winner is chosen,
It was frustratingly close, at the end
The rider stays so Igor frozen, a hush....
and the result is announced,
To Nungate the triumph is lent,
And Tony, the fifty-plus grey,
On the former, the Edinburgh press do pounce,
‘How do you feel?’ they say, themselves, comically,
out of breath, a reply of thanks mumbled,
Before praise to Gin and Tonics is announced,
And the 'Tower's National' runners release a smug nay.
It's murder trying to find comfy trainers Daisy, I was told I needed to wear trainers for a foot problem but when I explained to the the chap in the sports shop he said that I needed running shoes for my problem! (like I look as if I run) anyway since then I wear trainers for running, I buy them at the Reebok outlet store in Livingston - if you can find one down your way you might find something comfy
You'd be safe enough Tony, we're too far south for Nessie to be a problem.
There's a place locally for doing the old windsurfing, just along the old A1 outside of Dunbar, and there is a lot of windsurfing and the parasailing or whatever it's called down in the Bents at Longniddry - very busy place when it's windy
There's a place locally for doing the old windsurfing, just along the old A1 outside of Dunbar, and there is a lot of windsurfing and the parasailing or whatever it's called down in the Bents at Longniddry - very busy place when it's windy
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