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Good evening members new and old, I enclose the Video of the summer party as promised, it was found under a pile of coats.
Please be on best behaviour as the camera is rolling again tonight. The buffet table has many and varied Xmas delights and of course there is mulled wine and spiced Brandy, this weeks tailcock is CorCracker! packs a punch but will aid in seeing your way home.
For the riffle
Bag of pine needles
empty can of silly string
Bar of Rum'n'raisin Choc
4 Holly leaves
and a roll of sellotape (no end to be found)
Please be on best behaviour as the camera is rolling again tonight. The buffet table has many and varied Xmas delights and of course there is mulled wine and spiced Brandy, this weeks tailcock is CorCracker! packs a punch but will aid in seeing your way home.
For the riffle
Bag of pine needles
empty can of silly string
Bar of Rum'n'raisin Choc
4 Holly leaves
and a roll of sellotape (no end to be found)
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Good evening to all Eve ABers on here tonight
On offer for the riifle
Two Yule logs
A lump of coal for any Scots on here
One La Senza bra - only one cup
One pigeon half roasted
One Nigella Lawson recipe with the missing E cup of sugar
Christmas ribbon, 3 metres, Menorah candles theme.
3 Christmas cards of Trigger looking robins, no envelopes
One half eaten piece of Greggs Christmas Cake
One Mince Pie
One Reubens painting nicked from Kings College, Cambridge
One plastic chair, three legs.
One foetal Turkey aka one Guinea Fowl
Three Sprouts cooked for four hours.
On offer for the riifle
Two Yule logs
A lump of coal for any Scots on here
One La Senza bra - only one cup
One pigeon half roasted
One Nigella Lawson recipe with the missing E cup of sugar
Christmas ribbon, 3 metres, Menorah candles theme.
3 Christmas cards of Trigger looking robins, no envelopes
One half eaten piece of Greggs Christmas Cake
One Mince Pie
One Reubens painting nicked from Kings College, Cambridge
One plastic chair, three legs.
One foetal Turkey aka one Guinea Fowl
Three Sprouts cooked for four hours.
Good Evening everybody. This is the first time I have been able to join you for ages. Have missed my Saturday Tailcocks so an extra large one for me (hope they mix with Lemsip).I,ll try a drop of brandy as well. It is Christmas after all.For the riffle I can offer a very small half defrosted bird (with no label) a bottle of something with foreign writing on it and some mince pies( Out of date yesterday) I quite fancied winning the sprouts but they are a bit undercooked for me.
My apologies to those I have not been able to include for whatever reason, the main two being memory and the lack fo space.
Christmas Eve AB......
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the AB house
Not a Troll was stirring, not even a McMouse.
The Carakeels were hung by the Venator with care,
In hopes that LieinKing soon would be there.
The Maverics kids were nestled all snug in their Maidup beds,
While visions of JTHs danced in their Wendilla heads.
And Mamya in her ‘kerchief, and Ed in his cap,
Had just settled their bibblebubs for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the ABerrant lawn there arose such a Ratter,
Ed sprang from his Oldred to see what ,Chuckfickens ,was the matter.
Away to the Seadogg window he flew like a Baldric flash,
Tore open the Nungates and threw up the Hash.
The Moonie on Naomi’s breast of the new-fallen Buenchico snow
Giveup the lustre of PolarBear to ABers below.
When, what to his Dotty eyes should cazz appear,
But a miniature Craft, and eight Slinky reindeer.
With BakersDozen the driver, so lively and tambo quick,
He knew in a D97 it must be LieinKing so slick.
More Rae rapid than Triggers his Owdhamers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and Clarioned them by name!
"Now Jogger! now, Tigger! now, ChuckFingers and Sibton!
On, Boxtops! On, Noraq! on, on Nonna and TTFN!
To the top of the Alba! to the NoM of the wall!
Now Micmac away! Prim away! Daisya away all!"
As B00 leaves that before the wild sunny-dave fly,
When they meet with a SpaceCadet, in fear mount to the Loftie sky.
So up to the Jno house-top the Chrissas they flew,
With the Craft full of Pips, and LieinKing too.
And then, in a Starbuckone, Ed heard on the roof
The Nibbling and Factoring of each little Bedknobs hoof.
As he drew in Ed’s head, and was Tinkering around,
Down the Venator, LieinKing came with a Sherrard bound.
He was dressed all in Lady J fur, from his head to his Ecclescake foot,
And his maggot clothes were all tarnished with Petals and SandyRoe soot.
A bundle of Pips he had flung on his Ethandron back,
And he looked like a Postdog, just opening his TWR sack.
His eyes-how like Lady Alex’s! his Ichkeria dimples how RedHelly merry!
His Jokos were like Maggibees, his nose like a Chappie!
His droll Society mouth was drawn up like a Welshie bow,
And the Waterboat of his Sidkid chin was as white as the hC snow.
The Steve.5 stump of a Marval he held tight in his annodomino teeth,
And the jokes, they encircled his Cupid head like an Ouzel wreath.
He had a Sara rear and a little Sqad belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of Daffy jelly!
He was Rowan and Flump, a right jolly em10 elf,
And Ed euphiamed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
A China of his eye and a Flip of his dr b head,
Soon gave us to know Ed had nothing to Alexander-dread.
He spoke not a Jemisa word, but went straight to ummm work,
And filled all the Carakeels, then Chaffinched with a jerk.
And laying his finger “AYG” to his rsvp nose,
And giving a Wiltshire nod, up the Venator he rose!
He sprang to his Craft, to his team gave a Nogel whistle,
And AOG they all flew like the Gromit of a thistle.
But Ed heard him NewJudge claim, ‘ere he drove out of Netibiza sight,
"Happy AB Sillimas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Merry Christmas to all ABers
Christmas Eve AB......
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the AB house
Not a Troll was stirring, not even a McMouse.
The Carakeels were hung by the Venator with care,
In hopes that LieinKing soon would be there.
The Maverics kids were nestled all snug in their Maidup beds,
While visions of JTHs danced in their Wendilla heads.
And Mamya in her ‘kerchief, and Ed in his cap,
Had just settled their bibblebubs for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the ABerrant lawn there arose such a Ratter,
Ed sprang from his Oldred to see what ,Chuckfickens ,was the matter.
Away to the Seadogg window he flew like a Baldric flash,
Tore open the Nungates and threw up the Hash.
The Moonie on Naomi’s breast of the new-fallen Buenchico snow
Giveup the lustre of PolarBear to ABers below.
When, what to his Dotty eyes should cazz appear,
But a miniature Craft, and eight Slinky reindeer.
With BakersDozen the driver, so lively and tambo quick,
He knew in a D97 it must be LieinKing so slick.
More Rae rapid than Triggers his Owdhamers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and Clarioned them by name!
"Now Jogger! now, Tigger! now, ChuckFingers and Sibton!
On, Boxtops! On, Noraq! on, on Nonna and TTFN!
To the top of the Alba! to the NoM of the wall!
Now Micmac away! Prim away! Daisya away all!"
As B00 leaves that before the wild sunny-dave fly,
When they meet with a SpaceCadet, in fear mount to the Loftie sky.
So up to the Jno house-top the Chrissas they flew,
With the Craft full of Pips, and LieinKing too.
And then, in a Starbuckone, Ed heard on the roof
The Nibbling and Factoring of each little Bedknobs hoof.
As he drew in Ed’s head, and was Tinkering around,
Down the Venator, LieinKing came with a Sherrard bound.
He was dressed all in Lady J fur, from his head to his Ecclescake foot,
And his maggot clothes were all tarnished with Petals and SandyRoe soot.
A bundle of Pips he had flung on his Ethandron back,
And he looked like a Postdog, just opening his TWR sack.
His eyes-how like Lady Alex’s! his Ichkeria dimples how RedHelly merry!
His Jokos were like Maggibees, his nose like a Chappie!
His droll Society mouth was drawn up like a Welshie bow,
And the Waterboat of his Sidkid chin was as white as the hC snow.
The Steve.5 stump of a Marval he held tight in his annodomino teeth,
And the jokes, they encircled his Cupid head like an Ouzel wreath.
He had a Sara rear and a little Sqad belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of Daffy jelly!
He was Rowan and Flump, a right jolly em10 elf,
And Ed euphiamed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
A China of his eye and a Flip of his dr b head,
Soon gave us to know Ed had nothing to Alexander-dread.
He spoke not a Jemisa word, but went straight to ummm work,
And filled all the Carakeels, then Chaffinched with a jerk.
And laying his finger “AYG” to his rsvp nose,
And giving a Wiltshire nod, up the Venator he rose!
He sprang to his Craft, to his team gave a Nogel whistle,
And AOG they all flew like the Gromit of a thistle.
But Ed heard him NewJudge claim, ‘ere he drove out of Netibiza sight,
"Happy AB Sillimas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Merry Christmas to all ABers
