Good evening a welcome to all members of the Mad Over Fifties club. we have a packed programme of events for tonight. The Minstrels are in the gallery warming up for their usual round of madrigals and toccatas and in the ballroom our favourite local band the Tone Deafs are warming up for an evening of sixties covers! Our tailcock this evening is the "Tiny Teddy" named for the newest member of our family Teddy the kitten! Tonight's hot plate special is Bangers and mash with onion gravy, and on tonight's pudding trolley we have strawberry tarts with Chantilly cream (Queenie was busy making the cream before she scooted off to the speedway) For your further entertainment in the vestibule we have Dr Zonko and Hilda (his beautiful assistant) with amazing magic tricks and lion taming!
The hot tub is on the north tower bubbling away the mini bar has been replenished (thank you Igor) The bungee still has plenty of bounce in it!
Both swimming pools are ready for members use (cosies are available in the changing rooms), the rowing boats are lined up on the shores of the lake, and the race track has been re-laid and the cars revved ready to use.
The gardens are looking splendid and the barbecue down on the beach are all set the arrival of our members.
A warm welcome awaits all who dare enter these portals
Since I was unable to attend last week owing to some technical troubles I had to fill my time so I polished me chains. Madame was thinking of setting me to polish some of the woodwork around the Towers you know, since I'm a polishing expert you could say
He is a goatherd, of sorts…
The MoFC audience looks on with wizened eyes
Gleeful in his duress
Spin, slide, pose
There, a glimpse of Tony's forbidden flesh.
He is a Bear in Nungate's Zoo,
All sensuous moves
And that dangerous flesh,
That the MoFC stare at so rapturously,
Loving his contained thresh
He'd much rather be an athlete
His expertise in pole vaulting
As opposed to the ugly word
For 'goatherd,' again, with a Pole -
A career not preferred
If I appear distracted this evening it's because I'm trying to keep things going on here plus keep an eye on the mad kitten - he's slept all day and now he's full of beans (well kitten food actually) and of course Queenie has left the building and won't be home for a good while yet! My life is not my own!
Neither did the window bars. I still enjoyed hanging upside down from them by my knees. Funny really, now terrified of heights.
Igor, may I have another drink and perhaps a strawberry tart?