Bitter but optimistic

The moderators often misunderstand my offerings Chazz and I have been sent to rehab unfairly - I think I'll avoid that topic. However, I must admit I have no knowledge of young Hore. Is he perchance an in and under type?

Only if he's shrouded in a few bottles of that Pinot he keeps going on about but never shares.

I must admit Ernie, that I have found a gaberdine overcoat a useful accessory when out strolling in the park.

Ernie is beyond old od he's dead. And good luck to him. However, I also know what rainbow paper is. FMD, is there any benefit in this aging process?

dc and Moons! FMD Earl, I realise you are, like myself, of genteel ilk but those two are certainly f.....d !

As usual Ankles, I shall ignore your crass posts . And Ernie, your cheap “like” has been noted.

I've never shied away from the fact that I'm probably a pervert and a bit [censored] up. However, the posts I read on this thread, reassure me that I'm the only sane and balanced [censored] here.

You're are sick [censored] Moonie.

Lighten up Ernie! When it all comes down to it we are kindred spirits. Same boat - being tossed around on the same meaningless sea of life.

Well Ernie …………… as they say in the classics.... " beauty is in the eye of the whip holder"

Bah! Typical tight [censored] lawyer! Invitation withdrawn!

Ernie, would you stop your tiresome carping about this thread. You are starting to sound like a schoolgirl that's been interfered with.

Silly of you to ask Red ( and please ignore the childish humour above) I am the perfect host and all necessary accoutrements for a pleasant evening are provided . However, a bottle, or two, of shiraz would be considered a friendly gesture. And …. given that you are filthy rich lawyer, who spends far too much time swanning about on cruises, I would consider a Grange appropriate recompense for my entertainments.

Nicely put Red. I may yet invite you ( and your Mrs. of course) to a private dinner at The Manor.

Careful punt! You are impinging on dc's territory.

I always perve responsibly dc. In fact, and I swear this is true, I received a compliment this very day ( through a third party) on my responsible perving. A female neighbour, who shall we say likes to enjoy the full benefits of the sun, apparently complained about a near neighbour being a perve. For some odd reason, my name was mentioned. The sun lover specifically excluded me and claimed I was "too distinguished" to be like that. FMD - it's an unjust world. Ha Ha Hahaha ! No shite this conversation occurred today!

Your poor old Uncle has little interest in the sport of kings but I even I dragged myself away from completing my flower arrangements to watch the [censored] Plate. What a marvellous thing it was! I reckon The Champ could have lined up again against a fresh field and still won. A champion is a champion in any field of endeavour.

Ernie is f....d !

I once knew a fellow who attempted to plant a skeleton Ethan. Nasty business. No good came of it.

Well … err .. sorry, I suppose, Biffen. It's just that your scribblings suggest that you are permanently on hallucinogenics . Plus the fact that I know this to be true.

That reflected image looks eerily like it came from my private quarters at The Manor. Spies abound it seems.

I no longer get invited anywhere Jack but even in my desperate circumstances , I wouldn't go anywhere near a building full of dangerous bogans.

Among which, Biffen, your hallucinogenic meanderings have been particularly insignificant.

Yes it's all been said before - but not a sod has been turned. More importantly, for members and supporters, what about a centrally located social club? Works beautifully for the toiges.

I must say some of the above posts indicate that Ernie has become an even sadder shadow of his former corporeal self. However, that is not the reason for this post. Rather it is to share a new joy. I have just finished the first course of my dinner at The Manor and have to say that the chef has outdone himself with a new dish. It was a tomahawk steak. This particular cut was something akin to Tasmania in size - although , I must admit, it lacked the tantalizing shape of the traditional "map". He artfully topped this with a sautéed chicken breast and then wrapped it in bacon. A masterpiece right there ….. but …. the piece de resistance was totally immersing it in a delightful creamy asparagus sauce. A side dish of potato wedges was an appropriate accompaniment. MSG free and totally organic. I am currently quaffing a decent shiraz while awaiting dessert. LG!