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originally posted by: jacygirl
a reply to: Gordi The Drummer
Very large *squishy hugs* for ((((((((((GORDI))))))))))
Aww, congrats on the New Year's Eve gig...but who's your wife gonna snog at midnight?
jacy
Thanks hunny!
I've been gigging for about 8 of the last 10 New Years....so.... I'm guessing that she'll snog who she usually snogs!!! ROFL
The thing is.... THIS YEAR.... I will probably be gigging in MY LOCAL PUB! WooHooo!!!
Hi Night! ***waves***
I was thinking about you earlier - saw a lovely craft video, where they were making "light jars" with the silhouette of a fairy on the inside of the jar! Really really nice looking, and simple to make (If you can do a good fairy silhouette!)
G
PS -
Gordi, what an easy and enchanting craft idea! I'll have to make some one of these days!!!! Thanks so much for sharing that with me! I was happy to
hear you'll have a New Years gig, that will be so much fun!
Jacy, thank you Darling! ooooh, I love maple sausages! Ok, going to your thread link now.
Jacy, thank you Darling! ooooh, I love maple sausages! Ok, going to your thread link now.
I WILL RETURN TOMORROW....
This is a placeholder for the morning, since I have responses to make to people to whom I have failed to reply thus far, owing to the sheer level of busy I have been. Thankfully, this weekend saw busy status of a more positive sort than previous weekends. More on that, and responses to things after I have had some MUCH needed shut eye!
In the morrow good people! Upon my honour as a gentleman!
PS: please, someone respond to this so that when I check my replies tomorrow, I remember what the hell I am supposed to be doing? Lots of love to the lot of you!
This is a placeholder for the morning, since I have responses to make to people to whom I have failed to reply thus far, owing to the sheer level of busy I have been. Thankfully, this weekend saw busy status of a more positive sort than previous weekends. More on that, and responses to things after I have had some MUCH needed shut eye!
In the morrow good people! Upon my honour as a gentleman!
PS: please, someone respond to this so that when I check my replies tomorrow, I remember what the hell I am supposed to be doing? Lots of love to the lot of you!
a reply to: TrueBrit
Hey True,
I have been doing some reading on Old posts. I love going back in the past and looking at Old threads in the Fragile Earth forum.
It can be very interesting what you can find. LOL!!!!
Hope you sleep well, and wake up feeling refreshed.
Hey True,
I have been doing some reading on Old posts. I love going back in the past and looking at Old threads in the Fragile Earth forum.
It can be very interesting what you can find. LOL!!!!
Hope you sleep well, and wake up feeling refreshed.
a reply to: WalkInSilence
Well, Boxing Day is celebrated on the 26 of December, unless the 26 falls on a Sunday, in which case it is postponed until the day after that. It is a day for the consumption of left overs, and much carousing and quaffing of insurmountable quantities of beverages, many of which tend to be of the alcoholic variety. It is a day I usually spend with those I did not get to see on Christmas Day itself.
The tradition of Boxing Day as it exists today, was apparently begun during the Victorian period, or so I heard. Landowners would provide their employees and trades persons they used with a boxed gift of some worth, as a reward and acknowledgement of their fine service throughout the year. There are those who suspect that the tradition could be older, and hark back to even the Roman occupation of Britain in some way, but its recognisable format was sparked off in Victorias time according to the information I have to hand. I am sorry it took this long to explain for you... Events have been....crazy!
Well, Boxing Day is celebrated on the 26 of December, unless the 26 falls on a Sunday, in which case it is postponed until the day after that. It is a day for the consumption of left overs, and much carousing and quaffing of insurmountable quantities of beverages, many of which tend to be of the alcoholic variety. It is a day I usually spend with those I did not get to see on Christmas Day itself.
The tradition of Boxing Day as it exists today, was apparently begun during the Victorian period, or so I heard. Landowners would provide their employees and trades persons they used with a boxed gift of some worth, as a reward and acknowledgement of their fine service throughout the year. There are those who suspect that the tradition could be older, and hark back to even the Roman occupation of Britain in some way, but its recognisable format was sparked off in Victorias time according to the information I have to hand. I am sorry it took this long to explain for you... Events have been....crazy!
a reply to: crappiekat
Thank you for that! And yes, indeed it can! Thank you very much for your idea of showing my kid the ISS during Christmas as well! I am fairly certain that the little one (read: Gigantic behemoth of a ten year old) has already worked out that Santa is a conspiracy, but I think he will be none the less chuffed to bits with an opportunity to witness a space station cross his eye line!
a reply to: Night Star
I am glad to have been so busy!
As I alluded to in a post, in a thread which was not at all related to the following subject matter, I had occasion to be out and about this weekend, on both Friday, AND Saturday nights. Saturday was fairly standard, hanging out with the regular crowd and generally drinking and being very silly. But Friday was strange and special, and in some very positive ways. Also, after events of the evening in question, I am certain that the end times are upon us, that Gabriel's Trumpet has been blown, that the heralds note has issued and been heard...
Let me explain. Friday night started out in a fairly regular fashion. I left my home at about ten to six, and arrived in town at roughly five past, having texted a buddy of mine to establish his whereabouts. Having heard that he was in one of our regular watering holes, I made my way there post haste from the bus stop and having purchased a drink from the bar, sat down next to him and another of his buddies, and we began the usual banter. Before too long, other folk he knew showed up, and we became absorbed into a larger collective for a time. Eventually, the first sign that the end of the world is upon us occurred....
I had elected to go outside for a cigarette, and it was warm inside the pub, leading me to leave my trench coat and fleece/battle jacket inside. This meant that all I had on my top half, was a sleeveless button up shirt, open to roughly mid sternum. Standard stuff, and despite the VERY stiff breeze, I, of course, was perfectly fine, temperature wise. Having finished my cigarette, I made my way to the door of the pub with the intention of entering and finding my chums in the heaving mass within. However, a group of young ladies were on the way out of the door at the time, and so being a gentleman, I stepped aside for them. The first one out the door looked at me, did a double take, and then announced in fine voice:
BLOODY HELL! You are HOT!!
Without any further comment, she turned on her heel, and wandered off with her friends to what I can only imagine must have been an amusing nights escapades elsewhere. Feeling somewhat confused, afraid for the state of humanity, and indeed rather pleased with myself, I strolled back into the bar and continued carousing with my chums.
At roughly eight o'clock, my buddy decided that it would be wise for he and I to change venues, because a group of our other, closer friends would be arriving at a different bar shortly. This group of pals would include my best friend in the world, as well as some other folk who honest to God feel like family these days. Fantastic people, really smashing folk in every regard. They regard themselves as being members of a small collective of like minded and fun loving folk called the Loyal Few. I regard them as being very much like cub scouts, in that they like to get drunk and swear a lot, and indeed, are precisely my kind of people. Well one of these individuals we shall refer to as M. She is dating one of the other members of LF, and during the evening she introduced me to some friends of hers. They will be referred to from here on as P, and C. C is clearly a fun fan, since she was falling off the stool drunk before we even met, and became more thoroughly wasted as the night progressed, while managing to retain a hilarious cynicism and general sense of fun, all at once. P though... P is about shoulder height on me, thirty years of age, has flowing black hair, and is a very pretty, and incredibly nice lady.
I am used to meeting new people when out and about with LF, and so after introductions were concluded, we all went back to the tables we were previously at, and more carousing with the lads and ladies of the Loyal Few was partaken of. That carried on until I once again required a smoke. I stepped into the beer garden of the bar we were in, and lit the cigarette I had rolled while inside the bar. No sooner had I lit it, than I realised I was being hailed from deeper inside the beer garden. Down a flight of stairs from the door, is a collection of picnic bench style tables, and at these were the two ladies I mentioned earlier. Having looked around to make sure I was the one being gestured at, I ambled over to sit with them.
Much natter was had, and by this point, I had quaffed many beverages. I have a tendency for verbosity at the best of times, but I was in that lovely drunken zen state, where all my veneer was worn off, and I took on the delivery and word choice of an oxford don, or perhaps a wizard. I normally dumb down, and take all the artistry out of my communication when I am out with the lads, because they do not speak my language, but these ladies appreciated my mode of communication so don/wizard... Take your pick. Either way, we were chatting nineteen to the dozen, and a lovely time was being had by all.
At some point, having been less of a part of the conversation, on account of her having been so drunk she was unable to form sentences without extreme concentration, C piped up that a game of pool would be in order. I love a game of pool as much as the next random hairy bugger, so I agreed, and the three of us made our way back inside, there to play a frame, and of course, consume yet more beverages. Given that we intended to play only one frame, I suggested that the ladies take me on as a doubles pair, and that I would play as a team to myself. This was deemed suitable, and so that was how we proceeded. Now, C was quite utterly hammered, as I have explained, and went to the toilets mid frame, leaving me and P alone with the cues. At this point, she requested some training in the art of playing the game, and so I gave her some helpful hints, pointing at the location on the balls which would be ideal to strike and so on. Her game improved no end at that point, which was grand to see, and altered the results not one whit. A win for me, of course. It's my game!
Now, at this point, C came back to witness the final moments of the defeat of team PC, and immediately challenged me to a different game. Imagine the following. A table not quite the size of a pool table, with a triangle of circular buttons at each end, with the tip of the triangles facing the centre of the table. In that centre, is a larger button, labeled start. When the button is pressed, the triangle of circular buttons light up, rather fast, and in a random order. The idea of the game is that you slap the lit buttons as fast as possible, in order that you score more points than your opponent by the end of the allowed time. C, being hammered, did not do very well, and got roundly beaten. P took up the challenge next, and did rather well at it too, but was eventually beaten. In fact, I played with the ladies several times a piece, and won every time.
To be continued...
Thank you for that! And yes, indeed it can! Thank you very much for your idea of showing my kid the ISS during Christmas as well! I am fairly certain that the little one (read: Gigantic behemoth of a ten year old) has already worked out that Santa is a conspiracy, but I think he will be none the less chuffed to bits with an opportunity to witness a space station cross his eye line!
a reply to: Night Star
I am glad to have been so busy!
As I alluded to in a post, in a thread which was not at all related to the following subject matter, I had occasion to be out and about this weekend, on both Friday, AND Saturday nights. Saturday was fairly standard, hanging out with the regular crowd and generally drinking and being very silly. But Friday was strange and special, and in some very positive ways. Also, after events of the evening in question, I am certain that the end times are upon us, that Gabriel's Trumpet has been blown, that the heralds note has issued and been heard...
Let me explain. Friday night started out in a fairly regular fashion. I left my home at about ten to six, and arrived in town at roughly five past, having texted a buddy of mine to establish his whereabouts. Having heard that he was in one of our regular watering holes, I made my way there post haste from the bus stop and having purchased a drink from the bar, sat down next to him and another of his buddies, and we began the usual banter. Before too long, other folk he knew showed up, and we became absorbed into a larger collective for a time. Eventually, the first sign that the end of the world is upon us occurred....
I had elected to go outside for a cigarette, and it was warm inside the pub, leading me to leave my trench coat and fleece/battle jacket inside. This meant that all I had on my top half, was a sleeveless button up shirt, open to roughly mid sternum. Standard stuff, and despite the VERY stiff breeze, I, of course, was perfectly fine, temperature wise. Having finished my cigarette, I made my way to the door of the pub with the intention of entering and finding my chums in the heaving mass within. However, a group of young ladies were on the way out of the door at the time, and so being a gentleman, I stepped aside for them. The first one out the door looked at me, did a double take, and then announced in fine voice:
BLOODY HELL! You are HOT!!
Without any further comment, she turned on her heel, and wandered off with her friends to what I can only imagine must have been an amusing nights escapades elsewhere. Feeling somewhat confused, afraid for the state of humanity, and indeed rather pleased with myself, I strolled back into the bar and continued carousing with my chums.
At roughly eight o'clock, my buddy decided that it would be wise for he and I to change venues, because a group of our other, closer friends would be arriving at a different bar shortly. This group of pals would include my best friend in the world, as well as some other folk who honest to God feel like family these days. Fantastic people, really smashing folk in every regard. They regard themselves as being members of a small collective of like minded and fun loving folk called the Loyal Few. I regard them as being very much like cub scouts, in that they like to get drunk and swear a lot, and indeed, are precisely my kind of people. Well one of these individuals we shall refer to as M. She is dating one of the other members of LF, and during the evening she introduced me to some friends of hers. They will be referred to from here on as P, and C. C is clearly a fun fan, since she was falling off the stool drunk before we even met, and became more thoroughly wasted as the night progressed, while managing to retain a hilarious cynicism and general sense of fun, all at once. P though... P is about shoulder height on me, thirty years of age, has flowing black hair, and is a very pretty, and incredibly nice lady.
I am used to meeting new people when out and about with LF, and so after introductions were concluded, we all went back to the tables we were previously at, and more carousing with the lads and ladies of the Loyal Few was partaken of. That carried on until I once again required a smoke. I stepped into the beer garden of the bar we were in, and lit the cigarette I had rolled while inside the bar. No sooner had I lit it, than I realised I was being hailed from deeper inside the beer garden. Down a flight of stairs from the door, is a collection of picnic bench style tables, and at these were the two ladies I mentioned earlier. Having looked around to make sure I was the one being gestured at, I ambled over to sit with them.
Much natter was had, and by this point, I had quaffed many beverages. I have a tendency for verbosity at the best of times, but I was in that lovely drunken zen state, where all my veneer was worn off, and I took on the delivery and word choice of an oxford don, or perhaps a wizard. I normally dumb down, and take all the artistry out of my communication when I am out with the lads, because they do not speak my language, but these ladies appreciated my mode of communication so don/wizard... Take your pick. Either way, we were chatting nineteen to the dozen, and a lovely time was being had by all.
At some point, having been less of a part of the conversation, on account of her having been so drunk she was unable to form sentences without extreme concentration, C piped up that a game of pool would be in order. I love a game of pool as much as the next random hairy bugger, so I agreed, and the three of us made our way back inside, there to play a frame, and of course, consume yet more beverages. Given that we intended to play only one frame, I suggested that the ladies take me on as a doubles pair, and that I would play as a team to myself. This was deemed suitable, and so that was how we proceeded. Now, C was quite utterly hammered, as I have explained, and went to the toilets mid frame, leaving me and P alone with the cues. At this point, she requested some training in the art of playing the game, and so I gave her some helpful hints, pointing at the location on the balls which would be ideal to strike and so on. Her game improved no end at that point, which was grand to see, and altered the results not one whit. A win for me, of course. It's my game!
Now, at this point, C came back to witness the final moments of the defeat of team PC, and immediately challenged me to a different game. Imagine the following. A table not quite the size of a pool table, with a triangle of circular buttons at each end, with the tip of the triangles facing the centre of the table. In that centre, is a larger button, labeled start. When the button is pressed, the triangle of circular buttons light up, rather fast, and in a random order. The idea of the game is that you slap the lit buttons as fast as possible, in order that you score more points than your opponent by the end of the allowed time. C, being hammered, did not do very well, and got roundly beaten. P took up the challenge next, and did rather well at it too, but was eventually beaten. In fact, I played with the ladies several times a piece, and won every time.
To be continued...
a reply to: TrueBrit
So much fun had we been having, that I failed to notice that it had been two hours since I had been hijacked by the ladies in question, and had not seen or heard from my regular associates in some time. Shortly after this revelation hit me, various elements of the Loyal Few came over to say their goodbyes, since some were going clubbing (good lord, I would rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty spoon), and others were headed home. I was in no mood for clubbing, and more to the point, in no mood to change venues while P and C were still present, because I was finding P's company very agreeable in particular, and C was as lovely as one can be when one is only conscious because one is stubborn!
Some time later, the bar began to close, and the ladies both opined that it would be wise to find another, later opening watering hole. There is a bar not far from the one we were in, which is a haunt for members of the LGBT community, and a place which I have frequented for a late beverage on several occasions. I announced that it was the closest late opener, and they agreed that moving there would be wise. After several failed attempts at lift off, C, with the help of P and myself, finally got off her stool without landing back on it, and to the next bar we went, P clutching my hand in hers, as we scampered from one bar to the next. I elected from here on, to drink water. I was plenty buzzed, having had a significant number of Rum based beverages already, so the job was done, and any more would have been a hazard to my memory and ability to retain said beverages within my guts.
The people in the bar, as always, were super friendly, and we purchased our liquids, and went to their beer garden to have a cig. The wind was getting up, and by that I mean, it was POUNDING through the venue. P and C noticed it straight away, and so I wrapped P up in my trench coat, and offered my fleece and battle jacket to C, who refused the offer, and instead took shelter behind P somehow. We lit and consumed our cigs, and whilst they were being smoked, patrons of the bar came over to chat, and some lesbian ladies arrived, and nearly immediately tried to chat up both P and C. Although there was no bad blood, after a toilet stop, the ladies decided that it was time to move on, and another drinking place would have to be found. A taxi was called, and to the casino it did go, disgorging us at the entrance to the venue. I had never been inside before, and between the stupidity of gambling and the glitzy facade, I never intend to go back, unless I am in very good company.
In any case, more drinks were purchased, water for me, rum for the ladies, and secretly and rather deftly, a secret rum was purchased for me, which I only realised upon getting to the table. We sat and consumed our beverages, and at some point C decided she was so drunk that she needed nachos, which she sidled off to order, leaving myself and P to chat. P has this way of looking at one from under her hair, which is...quite moving, and very pleasing to the eye. She smiles a lot, and laughs easily... It was at this point that we started discussing Ex's. And no sooner had we begun that discussion, than it turned out that we had already met before the night in question!
She used to date a garbage collection operative, and I used to have a relationship of sorts with a lass named Nikki. Well, Nikki owned her home, and used to rent rooms to folk who needed them, and one of those folk was a Dustman. You can see where this is going? Yes, I had been seeing Nikki, back when P and this garbage operative had been dating, so I had seen P every week for some time, but never gotten talking! Much laughter was had at the absurdity of life, and the microcosmic nature of human existence.
Having returned from the bar with her nachos, C was wondering what all the commotion was about, and guffawed around a mouthful of cheese and bacon topped nachos, upon finding out. The nachos were driving P to distraction, making her stomach turn over, so she came round the table to sit the opposite side of me, while her friend gorged herself upon the steaming contents of the bowl. Her feast completed, C announced that it was cigarette time. Now, the casino is on the actual sea shore itself, lifted out of the waves on stilts, and has a smoking deck which faces the sea. It was FURIOUSLY windy out there, and this time all my jacket offers were accepted. We three ended up huddled on one small seat, with P sat nearly on top of C, and with me under her legs, all of us bundled up under my trench coat, smoking cigs and talking about the weather. After that, it was time for all of us to head home. Myself and P had exchanged numbers earlier in the evening, and I reminded her to call me if boredom ever overtook her, before watching a cab drive away with herself and C in the passenger seats.
Yes... I got a new number, and yes, I AM still capable of recognising certain alluring traits in the female of the species, and yes... If P calls me, I may fall over in surprise, but I will get back up. Things are looking up, in direct proportion to the number of times P looked up at me with a certain inability to keep her face from saying things that her mouth was not....
So much fun had we been having, that I failed to notice that it had been two hours since I had been hijacked by the ladies in question, and had not seen or heard from my regular associates in some time. Shortly after this revelation hit me, various elements of the Loyal Few came over to say their goodbyes, since some were going clubbing (good lord, I would rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty spoon), and others were headed home. I was in no mood for clubbing, and more to the point, in no mood to change venues while P and C were still present, because I was finding P's company very agreeable in particular, and C was as lovely as one can be when one is only conscious because one is stubborn!
Some time later, the bar began to close, and the ladies both opined that it would be wise to find another, later opening watering hole. There is a bar not far from the one we were in, which is a haunt for members of the LGBT community, and a place which I have frequented for a late beverage on several occasions. I announced that it was the closest late opener, and they agreed that moving there would be wise. After several failed attempts at lift off, C, with the help of P and myself, finally got off her stool without landing back on it, and to the next bar we went, P clutching my hand in hers, as we scampered from one bar to the next. I elected from here on, to drink water. I was plenty buzzed, having had a significant number of Rum based beverages already, so the job was done, and any more would have been a hazard to my memory and ability to retain said beverages within my guts.
The people in the bar, as always, were super friendly, and we purchased our liquids, and went to their beer garden to have a cig. The wind was getting up, and by that I mean, it was POUNDING through the venue. P and C noticed it straight away, and so I wrapped P up in my trench coat, and offered my fleece and battle jacket to C, who refused the offer, and instead took shelter behind P somehow. We lit and consumed our cigs, and whilst they were being smoked, patrons of the bar came over to chat, and some lesbian ladies arrived, and nearly immediately tried to chat up both P and C. Although there was no bad blood, after a toilet stop, the ladies decided that it was time to move on, and another drinking place would have to be found. A taxi was called, and to the casino it did go, disgorging us at the entrance to the venue. I had never been inside before, and between the stupidity of gambling and the glitzy facade, I never intend to go back, unless I am in very good company.
In any case, more drinks were purchased, water for me, rum for the ladies, and secretly and rather deftly, a secret rum was purchased for me, which I only realised upon getting to the table. We sat and consumed our beverages, and at some point C decided she was so drunk that she needed nachos, which she sidled off to order, leaving myself and P to chat. P has this way of looking at one from under her hair, which is...quite moving, and very pleasing to the eye. She smiles a lot, and laughs easily... It was at this point that we started discussing Ex's. And no sooner had we begun that discussion, than it turned out that we had already met before the night in question!
She used to date a garbage collection operative, and I used to have a relationship of sorts with a lass named Nikki. Well, Nikki owned her home, and used to rent rooms to folk who needed them, and one of those folk was a Dustman. You can see where this is going? Yes, I had been seeing Nikki, back when P and this garbage operative had been dating, so I had seen P every week for some time, but never gotten talking! Much laughter was had at the absurdity of life, and the microcosmic nature of human existence.
Having returned from the bar with her nachos, C was wondering what all the commotion was about, and guffawed around a mouthful of cheese and bacon topped nachos, upon finding out. The nachos were driving P to distraction, making her stomach turn over, so she came round the table to sit the opposite side of me, while her friend gorged herself upon the steaming contents of the bowl. Her feast completed, C announced that it was cigarette time. Now, the casino is on the actual sea shore itself, lifted out of the waves on stilts, and has a smoking deck which faces the sea. It was FURIOUSLY windy out there, and this time all my jacket offers were accepted. We three ended up huddled on one small seat, with P sat nearly on top of C, and with me under her legs, all of us bundled up under my trench coat, smoking cigs and talking about the weather. After that, it was time for all of us to head home. Myself and P had exchanged numbers earlier in the evening, and I reminded her to call me if boredom ever overtook her, before watching a cab drive away with herself and C in the passenger seats.
Yes... I got a new number, and yes, I AM still capable of recognising certain alluring traits in the female of the species, and yes... If P calls me, I may fall over in surprise, but I will get back up. Things are looking up, in direct proportion to the number of times P looked up at me with a certain inability to keep her face from saying things that her mouth was not....
a reply to: TrueBrit
Hi Pete!
So, in summary:
You had a good night out on Friday, when you were called "Hot" by one girl, then spent a pleasant evening drinking, playing pool and another game involving flashing lights, in the company of two other nice girls, one of whom swapped numbers with you.
nice
G
Hi Pete!
So, in summary:
You had a good night out on Friday, when you were called "Hot" by one girl, then spent a pleasant evening drinking, playing pool and another game involving flashing lights, in the company of two other nice girls, one of whom swapped numbers with you.
nice
G
a reply to: pheonix358
Now pheonix358, I am a gentleman, and a gentleman does not go into forensic detail where such matters are concerned!
Honestly! So salacious! Lol!
Now pheonix358, I am a gentleman, and a gentleman does not go into forensic detail where such matters are concerned!
Honestly! So salacious! Lol!
a reply to: Gordi The Drummer
Yes indeed Gordi, your analysis is correct.
A significant event, considering it has been several years since last the number of a charming lady found its way into my phone book.
My ego over the last...six years or so shall we say, has been thoroughly knocked about, and the change of pace felt like a milestone, or at least like a milestone being lifted off my shoulders!
Yes indeed Gordi, your analysis is correct.
A significant event, considering it has been several years since last the number of a charming lady found its way into my phone book.
My ego over the last...six years or so shall we say, has been thoroughly knocked about, and the change of pace felt like a milestone, or at least like a milestone being lifted off my shoulders!
Good morning Shed Family!!!
*waving*
*squishy hugs* (((pheonix))) and (((TrueBrit)))
True....Now, I'm with pheonix on this one!!
" After you have bedded the wee lass, could you regale us with the story. I would just love to see your use of the language to describe the convivial event. Hell, make it up if you need to."
Your style of writing is perfect for a good ole bodice-ripping romance! and I don't care if you make it up either, lol!!
On that note, I'm off to the kitchen for more coffee.
jacy
*waving*
*squishy hugs* (((pheonix))) and (((TrueBrit)))
True....Now, I'm with pheonix on this one!!
" After you have bedded the wee lass, could you regale us with the story. I would just love to see your use of the language to describe the convivial event. Hell, make it up if you need to."
Your style of writing is perfect for a good ole bodice-ripping romance! and I don't care if you make it up either, lol!!
On that note, I'm off to the kitchen for more coffee.
jacy
a reply to: jacygirl
Ah yes, a foray into romantic fiction.
My first work would be a parody called Fifty Shades of Gent, in which the protagonist is a fellow courting a young lady in the finest and most proper tradition of a true gentleman, and the most dirty thing that would happen in the book is a peck on the cheek right at the end, once dinner, dancing, walking in the park, and a day trip to Cornwall have all passed without the merest amorous activity.
Stiff upper lip, and that's all! How aggravating would that be to read?
Ah yes, a foray into romantic fiction.
My first work would be a parody called Fifty Shades of Gent, in which the protagonist is a fellow courting a young lady in the finest and most proper tradition of a true gentleman, and the most dirty thing that would happen in the book is a peck on the cheek right at the end, once dinner, dancing, walking in the park, and a day trip to Cornwall have all passed without the merest amorous activity.
Stiff upper lip, and that's all! How aggravating would that be to read?
Hi Shedders. Good to see some of Our lost Family returning Here! Very Good Indeed!!
Now... Who else logged in this morning to find All Messages had dissappeared?! I had full in and out going message sections last night. Now there are NONE IN THERE!!! Even My saved are ALL GONE!!!
This Pisses Me Off!!! I don't know if I had anything come in since I logged out last night!!!
WTF??!?!?!? (Hell of a thing to wake up to...)...
AAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Now... Who else logged in this morning to find All Messages had dissappeared?! I had full in and out going message sections last night. Now there are NONE IN THERE!!! Even My saved are ALL GONE!!!
This Pisses Me Off!!! I don't know if I had anything come in since I logged out last night!!!
WTF??!?!?!? (Hell of a thing to wake up to...)...
AAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
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