Mad Over 50's Club now open

[Mamyalynne]

Good evening once again everyone, hope you are all well.

Tonight's buffet is a simple affair (been very busy) an assortment of open sandwiches, mixed salads and home made coleslaw. Dessert is a fruits of the forest pavlova.

Tonight's Tailcock is Wow, lively and not to be forgotten in a hurry.

I don't bring Rofl prizes tonight (shall explain soon) but....for each male a Trophy engraved to their particular talent - 'Best Bard', 'Plumber par Excellence' etc.
All the ladies have a hand tied bouquet.

So let the evening commence.

[tonyav]

Behave their selves that buttles having a girrafe.

[Psybbo]

This feels like a wake, but then that usually turned into a celebration

[tonyav]

A wake, well I'm awake. Another bucket of WOW for me if you please maj.

[polar-bear]

L I K can I come with you, the croc and the cat?.

[DTCwordfan]

well before I have a champagne and wow mix, I will add one last MoFC ode for this régime - yes a little rewriting has just gone on.

I wonder if Ed could compose a hilights....?

Anyway, I hope that this hits the notes:


Below the Castle the moat runs into a swampy lake.
The Bard sat there in the warm September sunshine
writing his very last contribution to the 50’s Club.
As he read it through, a sudden gust
ripped it from his fingers
and tossed it across the Moat meadow.
A large Croc stilled it with a webbed foot
growled triumphantly and beat his huge tail
refusing to let it go.
The Bard said it wasn’t very good
but supposing it was his best ever poem
being trampled by a Croc.
They can rip you with their razor teeth
and break your leg with crashing tail
so you don’t argue with a Croc.
They say the Lady A there wasn’t friendly...
Imagine it became famous - the one poem he ever wrote.
Absolutely the most famous poem in the world
and Lady A, almost inarticulate in interviews
just said “Croc give it me”
and in the end with the stress of it all
The Bard’s locked away, he never gets out
and all he can ever say is
“Croc give it to me, the ’moat Croc’, give me the poem”.

[Mamyalynne]

Sibton not a wake at all - and Milady may well wish to continue depending on circumstances, she would need new staff if so, can you afford the job??

[tonyav]

Excellent, bard. sob sob, last mofc ode.

[DTCwordfan]

of this régime, tony

[Psybbo]

Matron, I liked the thought of clearing up afterwards but with the butler disappearing with you, I'm not so sure

[tonyav]

Thank gawd for that then DT.

[Lie-in King]

Despite the fact that Mr tony is seeing giraffes, another bucket...

Ladylike flagons for the Misses sibton & bear. Alas Miss bear, I fear the last seat has been taken :-)

Mr DT, your "Best Bard In The World" flagon, topped to the brim with Wowness.

Matron is correct, of course - m'lady has yet to decide upon a course of action. Should anyone be thinking of applying for the post of Butler, I should warn them that it's a very expensive position...

[Psybbo]

Tony, come out from under the sofa, there's nobody there

[DTCwordfan]

Whose plumbing is he messing around with?

[Mamyalynne]

Have he found something there??

[DaisyNonna]

Tony, crisp bacon, mashed banana and a tiny amount of lime pickle between the bread and bacon. Delish!

[Psybbo]

Maybe it's just a leek

[tonyav]

I thought the croc had come in boy these tailcocks are powerful.

[petal54]

you must follow you dreams,Mamya,we've had good times with the bats in the belfry etc,as you say time to let the bats out.do leave my meds in the loft space.thank you

[Lie-in King]

Good evening, Miss petal - may I offer you a flagon of Wow?

Tailcocks, tailcocks! Free tailcock with every tailcock, get 'em while there's loads left, they're lovely!

[petal54]

most kind, your Maj,hope you're keeping in fine fettle