Mad Over 50's Club now open

[Mamyalynne]

Once more dear friends once more... I am in the house!

Firstly apologies:

Milady and Myludship are still gnashing their teeth across the pond.

Daisy Nonna is unable to attend due to a sojourn (but sends gifts of ginger wine and purple fringing for the rofl)

TTFN (Ena) is again regaling herself of all that the rural climes offer ??

I am not sure if I have missed anyone off the list as has been quiet lately.

Once more the buffet sideboard is laden with delights including a raised Game pie (raised it myself don't you know), assortment of Voltravons - I thought later we could toast our Muffins by the fire the air is quite chill.

The drinks trolley is well stocked and some very old bottles have been dusted off, stock is getting a bit low downstairs. This week's guest Tailcock is the Sherpa Slurpa## it has attitude and altitude and sure to take us all to new heights.

For the Rofl (tickets available at the door) :
Ginger Wine and Purple fringing (Daisy Nonna)

I bring :

A packet of staples
4 Energy saving light bulbs 6 watt (dark is brighter than that)
12 sheets of bubble wrap (1 Jumbo sized)
3 green envelopes

So welcome one and all, draw up a chair and fill your glasses.

Mamya xxx

[Lie-in King]

Matron - do we know if the envelope reached His Worship & whether or not the music licence has been reinstated?

[Mamyalynne]

I have earplugs if anyone wants to not hear me singing ♫

[Mamyalynne]

Good point I will check the book of rules, I bet it has not come through yet, but if we keep it at a low level no one will know.

[Lie-in King]

Au contraire, Matron, your voice could charm the condors from the peaks...

[alexanderd]

The envelope was delivered by my own fair hand(after removing contents fof Lady A,s charity as per instructions)

[Mamyalynne]

Isn't that a pipe tobacco?

[askyourgran]

Or the peaks from the Condors.............

[Lie-in King]

Good grief...

Tailcocks, tailcocks! Get 'em while you're still half sober, they're lovely!

[askyourgran]

My dad used to smoke condor, it smelt nicer than Febreeze.
I thought it was a singing group called the Condors.

[DTCwordfan]

For things we never mention,
For ABers misunderstood --
For excellent intention
That did not turn to good;
From ancient JTH tales' renewing,
From Gran's clouds we would not clear --
Beyond the Ed's Law's pursuing
We fled, and settled here. (ijiuts we are)

We took no Lie-in leaving,
We bade no Suspended good-byes.
ABers talked of crime and thieving,
Salla wrote of fraud and lies.
To save our injured feelings
Twas time and time to go --
Behind was Moat and ABmoor,
Ahead lay Mamya's Cello!

The Starbuck and the Molly
That pray for ten per cent,
They clapped their Nonna cameras on us
To spy the Internet road we went.
They watched the foreign sailings
(Doc scans the shipping still),
And that's your Naomi people
Returning good for Squad's pill!

God bless the thoughtful AB islands
Where never arrests come;
God bless the just TTFN Republics
That give a Moonie a home,
That ask no foolish questions,
But set him on his feet;
And save his wife and daughters
From the agricultural workhouse and the street!

On church and square and market
The noonday RedHelen silence falls;
You'll hear the Slinky mutter
Of the fountain in our Lady's halls.
Asleep amid the Lord's yuccas
The Pi-ssed Guests takes her ease --
Till twilight brings the land-wind
To the clicking vino jalousies.

Day long the Petal weather,
The high, unaltered Boxtops blue --
The smell of Pixie goats and incense
And the rsvp bells tinkling through.
Day long the New Judge ocean
That keeps us from our bibblebub kin,
And once a month our Trim levee
When the English Anne Asquith mail comes in.

You'll find ummm a-waiting
To treat you at the bar;
You'll find us less exclusive
Than the average LoftyLotties and Norfolks are.
We'll meet you with a carriage,
Too glad to show you round,
But -- we do not lunch on Carakeel steamers,
For they are AB ground.

We sail o' nights to ABland
And join our smiling Bards --
Our girlies go in with Viscounts
And our daughters dance with Alexander Lords,
But behind our princely doings,
And behind each coup we make,
We feel there's Something Waiting,
And -- we meet It when we wake.

Ah, God! One sniff of AB Men's land --
To greet our trousers and blood --
To hear AlBag's traffic slurring
Once more through Ratter mud!
Our towns of Bedtops honour --
Our streets of lost AB delight!
How stands the old JTH Warden?
Are Boxie's cliffs still white?

[Lie-in King]

Miss - may one enquire as to why your dad was smoking Febreze?

[alexanderd]

by jove dt thats an epic

[Lie-in King]

You'll be needing a top-up after that magnificent effort, sir...

[Mamyalynne]

My goodness another one for the Anthology, we should arrange a time capsule with these and other mementoes in for future generations to marvel at our wisdom.

[DTCwordfan]

Twas the sniffing thing that got me, alexandered

Who left out her Ladyship's Amyl Nitrate?

[Mamyalynne]

I shall open a window then.

[askyourgran]

No your maj, my dad smoked the custardy smelling pipe tobacco, I think it was Condor. My mum would have probably sprayed Frebreeze around if it had been (invented) at the time, glad to open the door she was, but I quite liked the smell of it. Thanks for keeping my coat out of the bin. Hate rooting in bins since the cat got in there.

[Lie-in King]

Matron - I shall be opening the smaller of the television rooms shortly in order that I might watch the footie...

[askyourgran]

Wonderful prose dtc, epic it was. You seem to have covered almost everyone with your rhyme.

[Mamyalynne]

Not too much cheering if your team scores please and no rattles !