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Mad Over Fifties Club
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The club has moved premises and can now be found at Nungate Towers. Take the A1 heading north and make a right turn at Giggleswick and carry on for 2 miles the gates to the Towers are right in front of you. Chubb, the keeper of the keys will be on hand to guide you to the club entrance.
For your delight and delectation this evening, we have an interesting array of goodies, sundry volly vonts, canapes and a humungous cottage pie (made from a real cottage) This evening's tailcock will be the Equinoctal Gale, guaranteed to put the "wind" in your sails.
A warm welcome awaits all who dare enter......
For your delight and delectation this evening, we have an interesting array of goodies, sundry volly vonts, canapes and a humungous cottage pie (made from a real cottage) This evening's tailcock will be the Equinoctal Gale, guaranteed to put the "wind" in your sails.
A warm welcome awaits all who dare enter......
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the heavy Nungate pot, and tipping it up,
so the fragrant brown liquid streams in your china cup.
Or when you’re away, or at work,
I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,
as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your feminine lips.
I like the questions – lemon? - sugar? – milk?
and the answers I don’t know by heart, yet,
for I see your tortured soul in your eyes, and I forget.
breakfast, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon,
I love tea’s names. Which tea would you like? I say
but, like sex, it’s any tea for you, please, any time of day,
as the AB women harvest the Answerbank slopes
for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Who-See,
and I am your rampant lover, smitten, straining your tea.
the heavy Nungate pot, and tipping it up,
so the fragrant brown liquid streams in your china cup.
Or when you’re away, or at work,
I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,
as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your feminine lips.
I like the questions – lemon? - sugar? – milk?
and the answers I don’t know by heart, yet,
for I see your tortured soul in your eyes, and I forget.
breakfast, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon,
I love tea’s names. Which tea would you like? I say
but, like sex, it’s any tea for you, please, any time of day,
as the AB women harvest the Answerbank slopes
for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Who-See,
and I am your rampant lover, smitten, straining your tea.
Welcome Kate, if you must hide, why don't you go sit in the snug? Nice and cosy in there and so quiet, just ring if you need anything, and Igor will trot along to assist you.
If you should feel a cold chill, I wouldn't worry, it will only be Sir Cumference, the castle ghost (he's quiet friendly - relation of Casper)
If you should feel a cold chill, I wouldn't worry, it will only be Sir Cumference, the castle ghost (he's quiet friendly - relation of Casper)