To perpetuate my general silliness, clearly exacerbated by the ensuing festivities, I though it trivial to suggest a few virtual gifts that I’ve acquired for my fellow posters... Stan - I’ve bought you a pipe, slippers, antique reading glasses and a little country vicarage in the 1860s. Stroller - I’ve got you an aircraft that won’t get off the ground. It only has a left wing. Greg - I’ve got you the honeymoon suite at Malmaison. The handcuffs are in the minibar. Vern - a box of Yorkie bars and a vivisection kit. Kiwi - Stacey is in your shed, wet willing and wanton. Anybody got me anything unpleasant?
Having supped from Ninesy’s Freudian mug, all I have to say is,” Fnarr, fnarr! Gnurk, gnurk! Oo-er, missus!”
Thank you Ubes, can I take the country vicarage back and exchange it for a villa in an Indian hill station? I have bought you a Commission in the 11th Hussars (the Cherry Pickers).
Thank you Uber for the Yorkies...which I am currently vivisectioning......mmmmmh tasty For you I have some please log in to view this image And for mrs Uber please log in to view this image