Twenty Two Years And Counting.
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Mad Over 50's Club now open
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As her Ladyship is absent, currently attending the dear Dowager Aunt, it falls to me once more the throw open the portcullis and welcome you all.
The international theme for the buffet continues with savouries once more from all continents with the addition of a sweets trolley - Belgian Buns, Danish Pastries, Chorley and Eccles Cakes and a Croquembouche par excellence!
The tailcock tonight is Dorney Dazzle - a lively , spirited and winning tipple.
For the Rofl:
One and a half oars.
Tennis racquet( minus strings)
set of running spikes
pair of leg warmers (lime green)
So settle in and let us have a good evening.
The international theme for the buffet continues with savouries once more from all continents with the addition of a sweets trolley - Belgian Buns, Danish Pastries, Chorley and Eccles Cakes and a Croquembouche par excellence!
The tailcock tonight is Dorney Dazzle - a lively , spirited and winning tipple.
For the Rofl:
One and a half oars.
Tennis racquet( minus strings)
set of running spikes
pair of leg warmers (lime green)
So settle in and let us have a good evening.
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Good evening Miss Daisy, one flagon of Dorney Dazzle. Eric has taken himself off to the croc's den & Thistledown (indeed, miss!) is already deep in conversation with a Pack-a-Mac...
Miss Jumbo & Mr excel, how nice to see you both - a flagon each of Matron's finest - apparently it has a certain something...
Miss Jumbo & Mr excel, how nice to see you both - a flagon each of Matron's finest - apparently it has a certain something...
The Castle Olympics continues.....President, Patron, Sponsor, Chairwoman, President of COC (Castle Olympics Committee), Rules Budge, Weightlifter Supreme, AlexanderEd-rider, Tri-Cyclist, Rowing Boat Rower Magnifico, Croc Tamer, Lady A
The athletes had come from all over the country
To run for the gold, the silver and bronze
Many weeks and months of LieInKing training
All coming down to these Castle games.
The guests, croc, dogs and llamas gathered around the old veg field
To cheer on all the over-fifty women and men
The final event of the day was approaching
Excitement grew high to begin.
The Polar blocks were all lined up for those who could use them
The “hundred-yard to the tailcocks” dash was the race to be run
Dorney Dazzles in the winner’s cup, not Vodka’s alcoholic buns
There were nine resolved Castle athletes on the moat starting line
Poised for the sound of the Jumbo gun.
LadyA’s kerchief signal was given, her musket exploded
And so did the runners all charging ahead
But the noblest among them, she stumbled and staggered
And fell to the cinders instead.
Lady J gave out a cry in frustration and anguish
Her elbow broken, Mamya awoken.
Her dreams and her efforts all dashed in the dirt
But as sure as I'm standing here telling this story
The same goes for what next occurred.
Eight other female runners, Slinky, flumpy, sibton, nungate, eccles, & daisy.,
A kilted Tony and whiskyed gness pulled up on their high heels, ever so maisie.
The Mad 50s who had trained for so long to compete
One by one they all turned around and went back to help her
And brought “young” Lady J to her feet.
Then all nine runners joined hands and continued
The hundred-yard tailcock dash now reduced to a walk
And a banner above that said "Castle Olympics"
Could not have been more on the mark.
That's how the race ended; nine tailcocks aloft, gold choc medals over the park
They came to the Excelsior finish line holding hands still
And a standing ovation and nine beaming AB faces
Said more than these words ever will.
The athletes had come from all over the country
To run for the gold, the silver and bronze
Many weeks and months of LieInKing training
All coming down to these Castle games.
The guests, croc, dogs and llamas gathered around the old veg field
To cheer on all the over-fifty women and men
The final event of the day was approaching
Excitement grew high to begin.
The Polar blocks were all lined up for those who could use them
The “hundred-yard to the tailcocks” dash was the race to be run
Dorney Dazzles in the winner’s cup, not Vodka’s alcoholic buns
There were nine resolved Castle athletes on the moat starting line
Poised for the sound of the Jumbo gun.
LadyA’s kerchief signal was given, her musket exploded
And so did the runners all charging ahead
But the noblest among them, she stumbled and staggered
And fell to the cinders instead.
Lady J gave out a cry in frustration and anguish
Her elbow broken, Mamya awoken.
Her dreams and her efforts all dashed in the dirt
But as sure as I'm standing here telling this story
The same goes for what next occurred.
Eight other female runners, Slinky, flumpy, sibton, nungate, eccles, & daisy.,
A kilted Tony and whiskyed gness pulled up on their high heels, ever so maisie.
The Mad 50s who had trained for so long to compete
One by one they all turned around and went back to help her
And brought “young” Lady J to her feet.
Then all nine runners joined hands and continued
The hundred-yard tailcock dash now reduced to a walk
And a banner above that said "Castle Olympics"
Could not have been more on the mark.
That's how the race ended; nine tailcocks aloft, gold choc medals over the park
They came to the Excelsior finish line holding hands still
And a standing ovation and nine beaming AB faces
Said more than these words ever will.
Mr excel, I'm afraid a little more precision is required on your part as they keep running about, making the most awful screeching noises.
If you'll take a tip from me, I wouldn't be wanting to win any of them... Oh! It seems that I'm not allowed to offer my neighbours' children as prizes.
Drat, drat & double-drat...
If you'll take a tip from me, I wouldn't be wanting to win any of them... Oh! It seems that I'm not allowed to offer my neighbours' children as prizes.
Drat, drat & double-drat...
