Bitter but optimistic

Well if I was a painter bb, I certainly wouldn't use Biffen's SCATtergun approach.

Probably for the best Red. Biffen's tastes are, at best base and vulgar.

Haven't heard much from the good Doctor of late. I suppose he's preparing for the festive season. I understand it's a very big deal in Hopping Dicks and really draws the community together. Apparently the Summer Solstice will do that. The body painting is supposed to be quite complex but I believe the good pagans of Hopping Dicks simply get a few spray cans of Dulux from the local Bunnings and go at it furiously so that they can get straight into the naked dancing. The bizarre sexual rituals that follow are supposed to be worth a look also but evidently they have considerable difficulty finding virgins for sacrifice in those parts. It is rumoured that the good Doctor's alchemic skills provides "secret herbs and spices" which makes the barbequed possum something special when washed down with a cask of Aldi red.

For once, I see myself as sane.

From my observations Moonie that is not unusual for you.

More Gilbert and Sullivan I'd reckon. Most laywers are pirates and OD would surely be a "modern major general".

Jack, I reckon the beginning of that article is most relevant to certain posters on this thread. "The Gatwick Hotel has been home for the mad, the bad, tragic chronic substance abusers and the mentally ill."

Seems ordinaire to my good self. However, thank you for that information Dino. While there have been rumours of poverty in Romsey it is not something the genteel class have much to do with. Although good old Bitter does toss a few trinkets under the giving tree each year - they must go somewhere.

Watched him today. Sir Richard Hadlee he aint!

Indeed! I'm not sure how I'd go living in Rumpsey.

Best man boobs ever.

Romsey is the place Ernie. I care for myself and exploit the community as much as possible.

Little you know Moonie! What about those very smart off the shoulder dresses the blokes used to wear? Tugas I believe they were called.

Thatch the way I like it dc .... no no no .........stop it now! Puns [censored] me up!

Thatch me if you can?

Well I'm sure it at least had a good spring clean. A hoovering and a scrub.

Well thanks Tim, I did not know that although I did know Enid was apparently something of a "player". In that context, it is notable that her cottage was named "Old Thatch".

Spot on Ted! It beggars belief that at least a couple of others weren't fully cognizant and supportive of what Dank was up to.

In the interim dc, you could hire a couple of the lads from me ( mates rates ). The only possible downside is that they may inadvertently stomp your blue hued nocturnal visitors.

Best no more is said on this subject dc, lest we draw the notice of the Golliwogs and then, even the gated community of Borewood, will not be a safe haven.

Well, I must admit I always thought Noddy and Big Ears were a bit ...eerrrr .... shall we say ..close.

Pah to CS Lewis!! Obvious Christian proselytising via heavy handed allegory and a bunch of snot nosed pommy kids. Old Enid's snot noses were far better.

How about The day of the Knee Trembler ?

Good heavens (or should that be good nirvanas) Ernie! I cast off the restraints of the Kama Sutra years ago. I have much improved restraints nowadays.

Robbo is the chief football writer for that rag. Says it all really dc.