Accommodation has been arranged for the weekend at, "Answerbank Abbey," for born again Christians, never again Christians, and atheists just needing a bit of a break.
Clad in your loin cloths and habits, you will subject yourselves to the Abbeys' discipline for two whole days.
You should have received your pamphlet in the post by now, so tell me what you think.
Le Chat - As you can see, I've had to change habits due to gremlins in Answerbank Abbey. Or maybe it is haunted!
You and your Lambrusco are most welcome.
Good idea - a girls' get-together - and I'll bring another bottle or three - and now he's disappeared we can talk about him - the two-timing rat! China!! Where are you?
Theland chews on a chicken leg that he has stolen from the kitchen, whilst hiding behind a large statue, and within easy earshot of the females having a girls only session. He takes out his tape recorder, for dark thoughts of blackmail are awakening in his mind.
Theland - Pass us a chicken leg, forget the evesdropping, join the girls and have a glass of lambrusco. (classy!)
You're a nutter!
Oh and Wiz, you can bring your mates wife...you know the one that you shagged all those years ago........
Shall I leave now whilst I can?
Didn't say anything we shouldn't have, did we girls?
Humphhh .... Le Chat ..... didn't like to mention the quality of the wine you brought - but since you have .... erm .... you don't think you could possibly make a rather more selective choice next time, do you? Lambrusco does nothing whatsoever to enhance the delicate flavours of either pork scratchings or cheese and onion crisps - and we do have our standards, you know.
Never mind the price, Le Chat. Theland's pinched my purse, so he'll be more than happy to pay.
Comments for the guest book: Rotten hotel, cheap vino, fed up eating chicken legs, pork scratchings and crisps, now awaiting blackmail letter, but nevertheless wonderful company . Must do it again sometime.