Grand National

[BlueToffee]

Glad to say, saved myself a tenner!

[stewey]

Is the Grand National held at Aintree where those photogenic slender young maidens cavort, frolic, and in general mirror the demure behavior of young English gentle-women ?

[Tilly2]

Yeah!. You got a problem with that, Wack?

[stewey]

Did you just hit me, Tilly?...It hurt.

[Tilly2]

(I have a very good friend who's from Liverpool. I have never heard her say, 'Wack')

[Tilly2]

Sorry, stewey. I got carried away.

[Ken4155]

Bet you've heard her say, "Lah", though, Tilly:-)

[stewey]

I thought it was the sound of a slap across the ear 'ole.

[Psybbo]

Stewey, if Tilly had whacked you, you would know

[stewey]

My father was from Liverpool and whereas the rest of us used sugar on our porridge, he always laced it with salt. I tried it once and never went back to sugar...Is the salt a Liverpool "thing"?

[Tilly2]

I've heard her say lots of things, Ken, most of which make me laugh. I don't recall Lah, though. She's not a common Liverpudlian, she's a posh one

[Tilly2]

I thought salt on porridge was a Scots thing, stewey

Sibs, are you implying that I'm a bit of a bruiser?

[Psybbo]

No, Tilly, just standing in for the spelling police :-)

[Ken4155]

A posh Liverpudlian? Ah, so that's what an oxymoron is:-)

[Tilly2]

Ah right. Got you. I'm made up about dat, sib.

Where has Mr Blue Toffee gone?

[Tilly2]

She is poshish. She would have been the one in the pink trouser suit amongst all those horrors we saw yesterday. She drives a Porche, which I can get in but can never get out of.

[Tilly2]

oops, Porsche.