Phew, that was a close one. Remind me never to try that again. The old ticker just isnt up to it.
No kidding! It was really close there at the end.
Just as I was about to make the final jump, some noble approached me, asking what time the hunt kicked off in the morning.
Had to be a trick question, so I decked him and ran.
[sub]and the beauty of the whole thing is that I bet no-one has a bloody clue what we’re talking about. I rather like that, Mr Maguire.[/sub]
[sub]ps. sorry for the delay, old chap. Just got back from a couple of lubricators (get my drift?).[/sub]
I think you were wise to deck him. One can never be too careful. I think after our exertions(sp) I think we deserve a stiff G&T. Chin chin.
[sub]I must say I am quite happy with how this turned out. This one could run and run.[/sub]
HAHAHAHAHA!
[SUB]what?[/SUB]
[sub]There’s something a bit Pythonesque about this[/sub]
So am I, and it could indeed. I’m wondering if Pimms isn’t the order of the day, though. Chin Chin.
You are right of course about the Pimms. It is the tennis season after all. I’ll save the G&Ts until after I dine this evening.
[sub]I believe we may have attracted some attention. Act nonchalantly and they may go away.[/sub]
Francesca, looks like you too got out. Good egg.
Fancy a Pimms? Cucumber of course?
[sub]Bryan, it won’t work. She’s a clever one. Just be cool[/sub]
[sub]a cool head is called for here old bean. Britain didnt gain an Empire by acting rashly[/sub]
I say, have you been watching Wimbledon? Bloody marvelous. That Henman chap is a credit to England isnt he, thrashing johnny foreigner like that. Reminds me of a chap I knew during the War. He was quite a brilliant tennis player too you know, until he walked into the prop of a spitfire. Damned shame.
I believe, friend Francesca, that there is only one explanation for this.
bryanmaguire and Xerxes constructed a time machine and traveled back in time to medievil England. Once there, they lived it up for a while but then eventually got homesick.
However, their time machine was guarded by an evil Noble who feared that they would take over his estate, so they had to sneak in under cover of night. As they reached the phone booth, Xerxes and the noble had a final confrontation which resulted in Xerxes “punching him in the nose,” and then they hopped in the time machine and fled back to our time.
Once back in our time, they decided to share only cryptic details with the SDMB, therefore confusing all of us. But, me being the clever chap that I am, figured them out.
So ha! to both of you. Now pass me a Pimms. And maybe of of those “lubricators” you were talking about…
[sub]we’ve got them guessing old boy, keep it up[/sub]
[sub]That all depends on how much money you’re willing to give. The first one was free, but the rest? They’re gonna cost ya. I got some real doozies lined up.[/sub]
[sub]Have to dash. My work here is done for the day. Rendezvous monday. Over and out.[/sub]
[sub]Hmmm. Old Johnny Jester’s prowling around. Made a few gaffes, but otherwise quite on the shilling. Think he’s a noble? I’ll find out[/sub]
Mr Jester, a Pimms you say. Good choice. May I enquire is that a Pimms No. 1, 2 or 3? Cucumber, Sir?
[sub]Like taking candy from a baby[/sub]
[sub]Bryan, old chap, see you Monday. Perhaps catch you after the weekend? Have a jolly one. And a Guinness or two, mayhap.[/sub]
If I spring for the Pimm’s (Gawd, how can you guys drink that crap? Please tell me you don’t toss in a cucumber slice.) will you shut up?
[sub]We appear to have enraged the gods. Methinks a new strategy is called for. Personally I thought we were being as mundane and pointless (defintely pointless) as one could hope to be. Apparently not. I think we should be subtler (more subtle?) in our subterfuge.[/sub]
As some of you may remember I asked a question a few weeks ago puppies. I also promised to keep everybody updated as to their progress. I am happy to report that the seven surviving puppies are prospering. This is despite the fact that the mother had the dog equivalent of gastro enteritis(sp) last week and we had to starve her for two days. They are now as big as houses, with their eyes open and starting to run around. Pics will be posted as soon as I can find a good (i.e. free) site to host them on. Anybody recommend one?
[sub]That should do it Xerxes. Keep the gods off our back.[/sub]
Oh, you bad boys were defintely M & P in GQ…
[sub]Bryan; you’re a genius! Who could possibly object to puppies?[/sub]
[sub]Rumbled… Keep to your tack about puppies.[/sub]
Big as houses, you say? My my, that’s big.
Do they have names? Are they potentially hunting puppies? Come from a noble line? Pedigree?
[sub]things are turning around. Give it time.[/sub]