tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post230827176467065160..comments2024-03-10T00:38:42.248+11:00Comments on CopperWitch: I'M POSTING ON FRIDAY, BUT IT'S NOT WORTH THE WAITJahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-77610729064226866532008-03-30T23:22:00.000+11:002008-03-30T23:22:00.000+11:00You're quite right Andrew, the sight of those two ...You're quite right Andrew, the sight of those two in tighty tights would be fully sick.<BR/><BR/>Jayne, please not just gin, it's the Bombay Sapphire with tonic and fresh lemon from the tree in the classy glasses no less. <BR/><BR/>Would you believe it Bella, she's loving the damn stuff and has now ordered it for weekends. <BR/>You know I have nasty memories regarding a drink called Marsala and coke. That will give you a season ticket on the porcelain bus.<BR/><BR/>River, we had one glitch. She always takes her pills with the evening meal but since she's decided to have that for lunch it was automatic for her to take them at midday. I think we have that one sorted now.<BR/><BR/>Sedgwick, we could have used you today, as a sacrifice to the Techno Gods and we'd get a bonus if you were wearing a caftan. The Gods like a laugh.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-81267512748289528012008-03-30T16:12:00.000+11:002008-03-30T16:12:00.000+11:00My dad signed up for meals on wheels in his last y...My dad signed up for meals on wheels in his last years. He was bitter when he found out that all they did was deliver a meal. He expected breakfast, lunch and dinner, all with a lovely lady to serve him and clean up after. Poor bugger was disappointed by women his whole life. They never seemed to do as he expected. Mind you, he expected waaaay too much.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-58156231160508954402008-03-30T14:32:00.000+11:002008-03-30T14:32:00.000+11:00MOW, MOW, MOW the meals.Gently down the driveMerri...MOW, MOW, MOW the meals.<BR/>Gently down the drive<BR/>Merrily, merrily , merrily ...<BR/>Oh, bugger, she's alive!Lord Sedgwickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13896041676969028157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-80819535567975949942008-03-30T13:35:00.000+11:002008-03-30T13:35:00.000+11:00I'm allergic to gin. It causes me to astral trave...I'm allergic to gin. It causes me to astral travel (at the same time as negotiating the porcelain bus around some pretty dangerous curves)... almost as mindboggling as your delusions re Sedgers and Fleetwood. <BR/><BR/>Hosever, I do think the idea of having a boggart in for a few days is a wonderful one.<BR/><BR/>So is Ms Medusa still dining on MOW?Ozfemmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11075356134336964558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-25273789707991518272008-03-30T11:27:00.000+11:002008-03-30T11:27:00.000+11:00I'm having trouble mentally arranging the black ve...I'm having trouble mentally arranging the black velvet (soooo slimming!) and lace ruffles around the tight (eek) knee britches of those two,Jahteh!<BR/>Think you better pass the gin over to help lubricate the grey cells :PJaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13887495757366973130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-68196786707384486802008-03-30T08:13:00.000+11:002008-03-30T08:13:00.000+11:00Must have packed quite a punch. I feel ill after ...Must have packed quite a punch. I feel ill after all these mental images.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-65968365703116209332008-03-29T20:16:00.000+11:002008-03-29T20:16:00.000+11:00"You and Sedgwick would look lovely in ruffles ......<I>"You and Sedgwick would look lovely in ruffles ... "</I><BR/><BR/>We actually look much better in truffles ... or anything else down and dirty that is sniffed out by pigs.<BR/><BR/><I>"and ooer, tight pants."</I><BR/><BR/>THAT'S IT! I'm dragging (yes, the pun - pathetic as it may be - is fully intended) out the memorial Demis Roussos kaftan from the vice-regal wardrobe. Can't have Coppertop having a near fatal attack of the Austenic vapours.Lord Sedgwickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13896041676969028157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-16458506255535865242008-03-29T19:59:00.000+11:002008-03-29T19:59:00.000+11:00That's tight in the wrong places Fleetwood.Therese...That's tight in the wrong places Fleetwood.<BR/><BR/>Therese, would if I could, wave a magic wand and have you here with us and bring your own cask.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-43312715471677092992008-03-29T06:33:00.000+11:002008-03-29T06:33:00.000+11:00Yairss Gin will do that... The last Gin I drank wa...Yairss Gin will do that... The last Gin I drank was in 1973 when I mixed it with Mynor orange at a 21st and was trembly ill for days..even now I still feel sick when I think about how sick I made myself... used to like Scotch but with menopause found I couldn't handlel spirits, so I am a cask lady (they call them a Gin's purse - ooowahh smack me down)Middle Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09962830669606760640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-36299262090918036622008-03-29T01:05:00.000+11:002008-03-29T01:05:00.000+11:00My pants are always tight, Witchy. It's got someth...<B>My pants are always tight, Witchy. It's got something to do with the manufacturers continually skimping on the waistbands nowadays.</B>Brian Hugheshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00350965110160879688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-29439561190718721632008-03-28T20:32:00.000+11:002008-03-28T20:32:00.000+11:00Bloody quick off the mark Fleetwood. I hardly had ...Bloody quick off the mark Fleetwood. I hardly had time to grab the gin bottle off the Bwca.<BR/>You and Sedgwick would look lovely in ruffles and ooer, tight pants.<BR/><BR/>Jeebus Brownie, keep the gin bottle away from me, I'm getting hot for two old men.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-57644725093046719072008-03-28T20:22:00.000+11:002008-03-28T20:22:00.000+11:00"Thinking that Lord Hughes of Fleetwood and Lord S..."Thinking that Lord Hughes of Fleetwood and Lord Sedgwick of Strathmore are two of the tallest, darkest, handsomest 'Mr Darcy' types I've ever known is truly weird."<BR/><BR/><B>Too right. Mr Darcy was total ponce.</B>Brian Hugheshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00350965110160879688noreply@blogger.com