Forum Meet-up In London this Tuesday

[Irish Stamp]

Sadly I was thwarted again this year – this time by train fires and a death on the track.

Would be up for a social gathering at a pub in the new year if anyone fancied it.

Martin

[gamble]

‘Would be up for a social gathering at a pub in the new year if anyone fancied it.’

Martin

Actually Martin, sorry to say this, but, if you were intending to go, I would need the immediate services of Lloyds of London actuary to assess of my chances of seeing the evening out

[gamble]

Mr Pilsen you seem to come
particularly alight at Xmas
You might just check you
are not standing on icing
on a cake

Early morning after a long queue-filled drive
and three and a half hours sleep
the night before,
I parked up near a tube station
on the extremities
and hoofed it to the entrance.
There was a young thing, a gal she was,
just a touch less hairy than myself
but who had no need of a mirror.
She dropped something – which in olden days
might have been a scented handkerchief,
with an unwritten code in it,
but bang up to date – was a paper
with nothing written in it at all.
I stopped in my tracks
and looked at it and was shocked to see
it was THE MIRROR.
My mind reverted to the cat in the Matrix,
and as she picked it up she looked back at me
– sort of B movie – and I forgot the cat
as she jarred me back to the present
– and then she said " I dropped my newspaper "
Not in the mood for a date I
briskly ascended the stairs to
see the tube doors just shutting.
That was my luck and the BLOODY MIRROR

[Glenn]

Gamble,

I think if Ted Rogers offered me the choice I’d reject your last post, which has dusty bin written all over it, and opt for the one at the top of the page.

I’m thinking safari. Am I warm?

[gamble]

With your gout and my lumbago
they should have stamped on
our airbrushes and shot us
with an elephant gun at the entrance.

I got that quickly but for an
erstwhile detective it took
me several lost minutes before
I could fathom Mr Pilsen’s mirror.

Glenn your throwing bilge at gamble’s work
has rather made my day. It so long ago since
Marshall cheered me up with the word guff.

gamble wrote the latter piece for himself.
It was all true and happened, as it was
written, so the content was rather ordinary.
When she dropped the newspaper
I remember looking to actually see if it was
the Mirror, and strangely enough,
on the long car journey preceding,
I had pondered whether it
might somehow feature in my morning.
The next tube came in six minutes !

Mr Pilsen may I join you on that cake ?
despite returning from a shopping expedition
with zero Xmas Cards (the charity cards are
awful this year – exactly the same robins as
last year ) I am feeling in rather festive mood.

Hey Ho,
I wish all yer mites
a merry Xmas.
Do have a good one with
Krone, pie,
turkey, tree.
Switch on the menace
have a HE HE HE
and watch yer guts dont
shock the family
and after you’ve eaten the bird
and found her sixpence
watch in amazement
as it gets up
and does the washing up

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