Dear Norm of the fairies, BDG (Nina by Default) the Lizard, She of Beetlejuise and Izzy of the Malt
the end....I'm worn out
Pink sequinned jacket AND MATCHING shoes? That's called co-ordination around here.
Glorious Nina, Badly Dressed Git lives HERE- you cannot begin to imagine the crestfallen visage of my 'BDG' when I protested that I would not even venture to local rubbish dump accompanied by such an apparition: (orange/white gingham shorts, avec banjoed crotch, and blue/dark blue gingham shirt finished with clapped-out flippys well and truly flopped. Didn't know whether to play chess on his chest or simply use him as target practice! Hope you haven't just eaten supper!
What is wrong with it? he asked in a genuinely bemused tone. Our local farmer has just auditioned for a scarecrow, winner now gloriously in place, until we rode up for a cwt of spuds.
'Anna', I asked of Mrs Farmer, 'how goes the scaring of the crows?'.
'Bit hit and miss, between the crows and the stormy weather, who knows?' she replied. 'But if I'd have seen before what I've just seen out there feeding sugar lumps to Bongo (daughter's show jumping hope) we'd be quids in! All he needs is a pink sequinned jacket? '
'He's yours for a tenner', said I, deal done, and took myself off to the local liquor store to purchase a bottle of white thighs.
Norman, at the moment my veins are full of a cocktail of todays' recipes which, as nature will have it, will find their way back to the mersey. There's ale for dogs in Liverpool, today. Apparently we're quite famous for a bit of of a 'beat combo' - never mind a fabulous maritime history. Seems to count for precious little around here. What's a couple of ships when you've a barrel load of sh........?
I think you're all pretty bloody wonderful and I thank you for inflating me bubble.
Yours from the Priory
Chesca the (wasn't me your honour) drunk