Welcome all Mad over Fifties to the hallowed halls of Nungate Towers. Tonight's tailcock is the "Ding a Ling" a concoction of a few spirits and fruit nectars with a berry chucked in to add that certain "je ne sais quoi" The offering on tonights hotplate is a chicken casserole with herby dumplings (rolled by these fair hands!) also on offer are our usual tasty selection of volly vonts, canopies and other delightful nibbles. Our pudding trolley tonight is groaning under the weight of Knickerbocker Glories (we've had trouble finding original knickerbockers but we found them nonetheless) The Minstrels are already in the gallery tuning up and getting ready with the usual selection of madrigals and toccattas, later on they plan to regale us all with their favourite songs by Bessie Smith, I, myself am particularly looking forward to hearing "Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer" echoing within these walls! The hot tub is gently bubbling away on the North Tower, the mini bar has (again) been replenished, sadly the bungee on the South Tower is still awaiting new elastics (having trouble obtaining the right strength of elastic) However, we have again opened up the bowling alley in the dungeons (Sir Cumference is looking forward to some company this evening) and the games room has also been furnished with a variety of games for your amusements - I have the tiddlywinks table booked for 9.30.................
For the rofl I offer a years back issues of The Lady magazine
Ten years back issues of the Speedway Star,
a dozen odd socks
a variety of chipped or broken china
(yes we've been having a clear out)
The warmest of welcomes is assured for all who dare enter these Towers
It is time to gird up my loins and depart these fair shores.......thank you nungate and QoM for your excellent horsepitality, my voice is that knackered.
I shall and go and warm up the charabanc....need a lift, sibs?
Right m'dears I think I am going to have to admit defeat and call it a night. I shall not be here next week so I shall see you around throughout the week.
Mamman, please let me have a long lie tomorrow see if I can shake off whatever it is I have got
Sweetie, you know full well it would take sticks of semtex to shift you from bed on a Sunday morning. Just remember we have Grandma's to go to tomorrow.....
Sib, too expensive, was in South Africa. Coming home had a nearly three year old and a an eight week old baby. By the time I had time to take a British driving test I had lost my nerve at all the traffic.
Now would you really want a naked picture of yourself (at any age) be out there at the mercy of all and sundry? (though it is given that AB folks are very discreet)
Not unless you were driving on the wrong side of the road.
No traffic lights, a truly horrendous set of circles (roundabouts), three before you got to the big one, another three coming out. Only place to practice a hillstart was over the railway line. Parallel parking was part of the test. Manouverig tested in special compound, then out on the road. If you managed to avoid hitting a non-white cyclist you passed.
Coming back to Birmingham kind of frightened me.