Mad Over Fifties Club

[queenofmean]

Good Evening and Welcome to this Evening's Mad Over Fifties Club.

Please leave all your coats/bags/capes/brooms/keys etc with our lovely Igor. Please note that they may disappear and appear again in a few weeks! The Tailcock this evening is the Mother's Pride - a potent yet yeasty brew that is most certainly going to bring a smile to your face. On the hot plate this evening is a Warming Beef Stroganoff with piles of hot, fluffy rice and various sides. We also have the usual canopies and Volly Vents and Horses Doovers. On the Pudding Trolley we have a Peach Melba...please help yourselves. Entertainment this evening comes from the Bert Phanackapan and his Calypso and Limbo band (how low can YOU go?) Also for all you lovely ladies we have Ms P Amper doing nails, massages and facials in the parlour next to the Hot Tub and Swimming Pool. Guests are reminded that if they use the conservatory (the spider monkey does love company) they are not under any circumstances to feed the Triffid (the owner of the green hat still has not been found). Bungee will be restored in a matter of weeks, don't enter or throw anything in the moat, the piranhas don't like - and its mating season!

Daisynonna sends her apologies, she may be along later, owing to some family commitments, She has sent Ernie the sea Eagle with a few prize for the ROFL - box of fountain pen ink cartridges (assorted colours), a double barrelled pencil sharpener, 2 sheets of blotting paper 1 Pink, 1 White, and one left handed italic pen (Nungate has dibs)

A warm Welcome awaits those who dare enter these portals. Carriages at midnight

[tonyav]

'Villa might still win a game this year.'

Oi DT, we beat Chelski, I'll have you know ( who incidentaly lost to Crystal Palace today ).

[nungate]

Hello Anne, you well? I have no idea what goes on in Queenie's chambers, I seldom go in there, it's like one of those black holes you find in space nothing seems to escape from it (except herself and the cats) Ignorance can be bliss.
Did you know Igor spends his Saturday afternoons polishing his chains?

[Sir Alec]

Bela Lugosi never minded, but then he was probably high on heroin at the time and didn't know who I was, nor cared!

[tonyav]

Brunhilde, Igor !, I don't think we have had the pleasure yet have we.

[tonyav]

Ah yes, dear Bella, what a true gent he was.

[DTCwordfan]

and very useful for the Pool that is......where did Palace pull that one from?

[anneasquith]

nungate,,,,,,,,,,,I am :)

[tonyav]

An own goal by John Terry, DT.

[DTCwordfan]

Even better.

[nungate]

.....and I doubt whether you will ever have the pleasure of meeting Brunhilde Tony. It's very sad really, it will all come out in his memoir but we've been (oh well I've been) so busy lately we haven't done any more work on it (strictly between us though she is Mrs Igor....) sssshhhhh!

[tonyav]

Ohhhh, there's a Mrs Igor ( Tony wonders why Igor hasn't mentioned Brunhilde before ).

[DTCwordfan]

There was a Man U fan at this estuary in north Queensland and he saw a local man in his small boat, fishing. The Man U fan asked "Are there any sharks in there?" The local replied "No sharks in here." The Man U fan got behind some trees and got into his swimwear. Once he got into the water he asked the local "Aren't you going to jump in? It's nice in here." The local told him "No, there's too many crocodiles".

[nungate]

it's all very sad really.....a great love affair ......just wait for the memoir it'll all be in there!

[tonyav]

LOL @ DT.

I can't wait to read it, nungate.

[queenofmean]

does anyone want to do the Limbo?

[nungate]

not in my current state - I shall stand at the side and mark ........

[tonyav]

I'll have a go, how low can you go, Queenie.

[DTCwordfan]

Igor who, conceived beneath another star,
Had been a Nungate prince and played with life, instead
Have been its slave, an outcast exiled far
From the fair things his faith has merited.
His ways have been the ways that wanderers tread
And those that make romance of poverty —
Soldier, He's shared the soldier's board and bed,
And Tailcocks have been a thing more oft to him and to me
Whispered by Forth wind and summer sea
Than known incarnate in the Moat it lies
All warm against our hearts, piranhas laugh into our eyes.


Igor knows not if in risking his best days
He shall leave utterly behind him this Towers here
This dream that lightened him through lonesome ways
And that no disappointment made less dear;
Sometimes he thinks that, where the hilltops rear
Their white entrenchments back of tangled wire,
Behind the mist Nungate only can make clear,
There, like Brunhilde ringed with flaming fire,
Lies what shall ease his heart's immense desire:
There, where beyond the horror and the pain
Only the brave shall pass, only the strong attain.


Truth or delusion, be it as it MoFC may,
Yet think it true, dear friends, for, thinking so,
That thought shall nerve our sinews on the day
When to the last bucket our rampant AB bugles blow:
Reckless of pain and peril we shall go,
Heads high and tailcocks aflame and volly vents bare,
And we shall all brave eternity as though
Eyes looked on us in which we would seem fair —
One waited in whose chained presence he would wear,
Even as a lover who would be well-seen,
His manhood faultless(?) and his honour clean.

[Sir Alec]

I'm 4' 11". I shall merely walk under the pole unaided!

[nungate]

you are in fine verse tonight DT



Sir Alec, mind your head the bar will get lower .....