Mad Over Fifties Club

[nungate]

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......

[excelsior-1]

i'm going to slip away now ..

ladies - your inaugural night of the MOFC has been a true success, i think everyone here has been well entertained - and you have a magnificent home, thank you very much for your hospitality.
good night to you ......... and all attendees.

[nungate]

Potage Bonne Femme - difficult to find a good woman these days but the chef excelled himself and found one...

[nungate]

good night Excel, hope to see you at the Towers again. Safe journey.

[tonyav]

Good night excel, I'm away myself now so nighty night all.
And as excel say's your stately pile is magnificent nungate.

[albaqwerty]

Night Excel and Tony.

[nungate]

Chef, freeze the good woman, he's off! Good night Tony.

Alba, would you like to join the Minstrels in the gallery with your didgeredoo? They are planning to play some madrigals and a selection of AC/DC's greatest hits.

[owdhamer]

I want a redraw, I always win the shyte,

[excelsior-1]

tony.
my ship has engaged her chameleon circuit - and has now copied your car ... can you tell which is which?

[Mammar]

Sorry I'm late. The charabanc broke down. Any bolly bongs left?

[nungate]

It's so good for the roses Owd.

Lots of volly vonts left Mammar, welcome to Nungate Towers, refreshments are being served in the Great Hall, if you would care to follow Igor.
IGOR! Show Mammar to the Great Hall.............

[DTCwordfan]

I'm back from the Skull and Cross Legs, replete with fine Bodybummers Ale, the salmon disposed to find all the aerials ripped out. Anybody want a nuts mater...? How passeth the evening, has Tony peed in the pool yet. I took the precaution of slipping some dye and speedo strippers in the water.....

[tonyav]

Doh, and that Henry Ford bloke said I could have any colour I liked as long as it is Black !.
nungate, put it in the freezer I will look forward to enjoying the Potage Bonne Femme next time, if you don't mind.

[albaqwerty]

I seldom win anything Owd, for which I am quite grateful at times!!

Evening Mammar, Igor did bring some fresh bolly bongs around earlier but I haven't seen which direction he shuffled off in.

Thank you Nun, but I didn't bring it this week. I do enjoy Minstrels playing AC/DC though.

[Mammar]

'ang on, Igor - me bustle's got stuck in the door

[tonyav]

I thought that was the acid DT.

[nungate]

Ah, the return of the prodigal DT, break out the fatted calf! The Tapster has "House" ale in the Great Hall, brewed in our own still rooms - enjoy!

[Mammar]

Oops! Me and me manners! Evening all. I thought I'd come and bring the tone of the evening down but I see you've managed quite well without me

[nungate]

It's alright to let your hair down (or undo your corsets) here Mammar, you're among friends.....

[Mammar]

It's a nice gaff you've got here, Sir Nun. Mind if I put a chalk mark on the walls so's I can find me way out?

[DTCwordfan]

The Yorkshire wind turbines release a sound,
beating the words of AC-DC acid rain.
Paper thin Nungate ghosts amble by
and communicate their dead zone
by touch and abracadabras
upon the Towers armour and Tony car doors.

We had gone into a quiet Giggleswick Place
to escape the end of the AB world.
There were pool tables
and football tables
and swimming pools
and cages that swung from the ceilings
with paper streamers.
Just a small lot of we MadClubbers - us.

Now we emerge
and follow a sloopy with an arm tatoo
of three old tall ships.
Igor walks us by the ghostly zombies.
The zombies cannot see us
until we are clear of them.

We get into a dented Tony car
and the turbines rake the sky
as we leave Nungate Towers to escape the sound
of the acid rain pelting its way
through the roof of the rusty Saab.

There is no hope for us in this AB dream,
So we wake up and drink a flask of Queenie's coffee.
Or perhaps a Equintocal Gale designed to make us sail.