Bitter but optimistic

Someone invited you to a party?

Now listen to me Ernie! You put the boots into me recently by suggesting I was some sort of pervert so don't go sanctimonious on me for linking you with lawyers. Although in all honesty I suppose it is preferable to be named a pervert than a lawyer. Or even a dead rather than a lawyer. Now as to Redtube. I could proffer an explanation and no doubt Biffen could offer a different bent. So, let us combine bent and lawyer ( hardly necessary I know) and let me suggest you direct this question to Redleg

Yes fair point dc. I'd forgotten your prey would be confined to their Residential Care Facilities on chilly evenings.

Leaving the bluerinsers alone tonight dc?

Was that sanctimonious dead bastard Hemingway ever a lawyer Biff?

Was that sanctimonious dead bastard Hemingway ever a lawyer Biff?

Was that sanctimonious dead bastard Hemingway ever a lawyer Biff?

Have you no shame man?!!

Bloody sneaky lawyer.

Jesus did your missus fess up?

After a sufficient dose of Redtube I'm guessing.

Well I'm always open to suggestions Mable and since my marriage counselling business hasn't really taken off as yet .....

I've had a very busy and trying week Dr and have only now had the opportunity to ponder your eloquent obfuscations. However, let us not confuse eloquence with dissembling ! But .... I suppose past is past and I will not press the matter of you making further emissions admissions about your grubby history. I will be most interested to observe how your already debauched little hamlet will advance ( or not) under your stewardship. No doubt nepotism and corruption will rear their various heads and winners and losers will emerge. And, speaking of nepotism, I also give fair warning that I intend to pursue your local BDSM club for payment of outstanding fees to the national body. This the corporate age and it can no longer hide behind its sloganizing and rhetoric about being a family operated concern.

Yeah but he never knew how much to charge. Went out of business.

Well daithy, I think some of Red's posts a quite pithy.

Who was he?

Well I'm finally back at the Manor after an arduous few days in Cantberra. I noticed our resident Dr Hopping Dicks alluded to a locale named Fyshwick which I presumed was where one found the seafood market. Being partial to the occasional clam, I headed out that way. Well what a surprise! It was where one would likely find Cantberra's version of the Gat. Which brings me to the point of my ramble. In a particularly scrofulous location I noticed a faded sign. " For love potions, poultices and cures for the pox contact your ever reliable Dr John D...". The rest was obscured by various stains and fluids. Scant evidence I agree but nonetheless, the question must be asked . Does our Good Doctor have a sordid history buried in our national capital and is his retreat to a hillbilly hideaway a means to escape a criminal past?

Yes and with each pair of "Calvin Kleens" you get a free can of guava paste

Your ever intrepid Uncle Bitter has awoken to a fine morning in Cantberra. Went to Special Robert's exihibition yesterDay. Bit disappointing to be honest. One of the highlights apparently ,was a picture of these blokes shearing bloody sheep- alapacas would have improved it no end. No footy pictures either but at least a few blokes had Max Gawn beards. I must have been well [censored] last night , or my knowledge of geography is awry as I was boozing on the "foreshore"! One of the bottles consumed was called "The blood of hipsters" - it was, as you would expect, insipid [censored]! A decent Shiraz grape ruined by the insertion that girly Tempranillo stuff . FMD Brekkers time !

What is going on? After attending the footy on Sunday your good old Uncle Bitter had to attend to some responsibilities in rural Victoria (sans computer) and I return to a deserted thread!! Unless I am convinced that the world has not ended, I shall offer some post prandial speculations. ( Moonie and Biffen will not know what that means)

Methinks you prostesteth overmuch my Lord! You are of course correct about the general level of vulgarity and smut on this thread. However, your highlighting of this obvious fact is clearly an aristocratic ploy to avoid answering some valid questions that have been raised about the master/slave goings on in "Hood House". Obviously I infer no immoral activities but I would have thought that one in your position would like to clear the air on certain ...err sensitive matters. For example. Do your maids have a tendency to be hirstute ? Just what role does "your man" Hudson play in this and where exactly does guava paste fit in? Answering these simple questions will surely keep the gossip mongerers at bay.

And FMD again!!!!!

FMD!!!

A very civilised idea ( if you are of the male aristocracy). Anyway doc who has the primae noctis rights in Hopping Dicks? I imagine that would be just one of many arcane rituals prevalent in your neck of the backwoods.

Well I have visited The Gat on occasion - purely business you understand - and as such business can be conducted elsewhere its sale will only impact on me for reasons of nostalgia. Biffen, however, as a resident of said establishment has not been the same since its sale was announced. If you wish to know more, I suggest you raise the subject (cautiously) with him.