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I am in my pen. ;) with mr Daniels :drunk:
As for Zorro’s earlier astrology question, and he seems fixated with stars, I am more a beleiver in seasonal effects. I was lambed in winter so have an introspective nature with an easy ability to deal with damp, glum, days, and a heavily attired farmer’s wife
Turtle :soccer:, you may have unintentionally started an animal war by copying my balls. Only the lady doctors are allowed to play with them.
This is my 1500th post and a milestone where I will attempt to exercise some ghosts.
*I still have not completely cracked the turtle shell, but I feel warmth inside and innards of some complexity fighting within an old lady’s breast.
* Zorro is a craftsman, who may have cleverly weaved his way inside my brain, but I give him a clean bill of health, because a sheep doesn’t do kill bull .
* Strangely I could do no more Marshall, because Zorro is marshallian, and he is here. Marshall was ripped apart when I dipped his troubled soul into satanism and the occult. I deeply regret that journey and the cursed writing that followed –  my Scarborough. It will never be fully told, because it whips up too much torment.
 This thread is akin to jumping into a large jar of marmite and finding crackers, and a neat table set for tea inside. Not since a smiling Balance entertained three black ladies of the night, on the edge of a moor, with a spliff and a strangely x-dressed kathy robed Heathcliff hidden in the bathroom, have I encountered so much energy.
Wuthering Fights – jellied eels – Cochrane – and the old Le Penn, blasted angry voices across these pages as we waded knee deep in black testing treacle. This Haigh thread joins them as another celebration, a granite monument to discord. Zorro you have done good.
 Mesh with her early talking jibes, ap.hereiamagain, and hoofski – povided extra surprising bones for the meat in here.
 Rory is no real murderer, but his face really frightens me.
….I believe our own white witch could rip the zoz and guts out of Clarice Starling. This thread has an element of Silence about it.. and as I tussled with my favourite double filling pillow last night, strange haunting music came into my mind – a lullaby melody sung by smother moths and in a dark cellar. The moths suddenly stopped singing and then spoke to me and the words sounded specially smooth and helped ease me into deep satisfying sleep…
   I ate bully’s liver with some<br>    java beans and a nice chianti<br>   ÂÂÂ
<br>flatcapgamble… strange romance
<br>fin
Turtle :soccer:, I believe Meshaheer is <br>Clarice Starling and secretly loves<br>a bleating lamb roasted down to its chops.
<br>flatcapgamble… I am just a dog but Zorro’s mention of psychiatrists in loin cloths, seems to have taken the stain out of gamble’s underpants, and is a secret worry.
Rob more likely to see Noddy reading the news in thick glasses than spot a C4 van outside the asylum. Ian’s dry humour brought us to this highly energized plateau, and the greyish weather here in london and a feeling of sublime sanity encourage me to put a final cap on this thread, and voice concluding opinion over Zorro, who swords and weaves intracately above me, and talks of stars and traps.
:santa: I bring you gifts; mirrors, masks and masks and mirrors.
MIRRORS…Jack turns at the bottom of the stairs passing through the palatial lobby of the Overlook hotel and pushes two glassed doors ajar which open on to a large expanse of white carpet, poorly lit, and a bar.
 Fluorescent lights built into recessed glass shelves hit large mirrors and reflect a dim ghostly glow onto three men who have slipped the blinding snowstorm that rages on the other side of thick grey stone, from their minds.
Jack…Hi Lloyd a little slow in here tonight isn’t it ? a belly laugh and flash of teeth
Lloyd.."Yes it is Mr Torrance, what’ll it be ?
Jack…" Here’s what Lloyd,<br> slip me a bottle of bourbon<br>a little glass and some ice.
You can do that can’t you Lloyd ? <br>….You’re not busy are ya ?
Lloyd.."No Sir, not busy at all, apart from you two writing gentlemen."
Jack feels the grip of an extremely large hand on his shoulder and a cold steel implement at his neck.
" You can call me bully "
… a loud beefy laugh is heard<br>
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" Paul’s old lady actually "
Pretty easy to spot when you consider it in vacuo.
I will not divulge exactly why I was inclined to fall for it, but the word grooming is a clue.
Zorro himself though is completely genuine.<br> Turtle wears a shell suit and is the canny one
FIN for me :santa:
This sort of theatre my reputaion can well do without. Turtle I blame not you ;)  but the man of illusion Zorro.
ROMAN HORROR
 The two titans exited their steel cages and ranged with slow advancing step thick sweating torsos within sword breadth. Large muscles flexed gripping weaponry and eyes stalked fearlessly. No scabbard slapped leg in the collisseum and mice women whimpered as the giants stood their ground then withdrew heavy steel and lurched forward – to clash together for each others blood in terrifying death combat.
The odds flashed up
 Beefy with lady sword         10/11<br>  Salmon with standard issue     evens
<br>flatcapgamble…gamble got it half right and used similar tactics to Zorro to trap Marshall. A small rick is no waterloo. A final posting and then I am orf for a bath and later a board break.. I can hear the distant drums f’nando <br>     ÂÂÂ
Death is cruel but in reality truth itself can be far crueller.
Oh black sea of adversity take me to the bottom and pin me there with a shark hook as big and bent as you like :angry:
Yes folks that is the real Haigh above me flashing his sword and holding up a poor detective’s scalp – split from ear to ear and butchered without mercy – a detective who has laboured for four long years on this and other boards to try to bring order where there was chaos, sanity where lunacy reigned, and in the process hoped he has stretched just a few laughter lines.
Zorro played the three lady trick but with one card. He will post on your paper until he is seventy five, he is that cunning. I will not remove for scrutiny the black secrets behind his mask, or even detail the dark outline of his deviousness, rather I would salute the devil, and why you ask ? Because I am a simple man, a reporter of facts who always uses the front door.
Zorro has ridden in here on a mission, a painfully successful one at that – at least Shane thinks so. The beefy face has beaten the thinner rival. HATS OFF TO THE COWBOY !
<br>flatcapgamble..fish and chips tonight boss ?<br>
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Many thanks Glen, but I am having terrible doubts I have been had bigtime.
pass me the sickbucket :puke:
flatcapgamble…him above :look: – the best detective in the land BY ALL ACCOUNTS – once read the complete Hitler diaries dressed up in a large kipper suit
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credits..
Director                … Ian Davies<br> Production manager       … Zorro<br> assist producton manager .. Turtle <br> set arrangements        …Caravan. <br> lighting              …ihaventalight(replaced)<br> soundman              …insomniac <br> players…
TDK          ….thespian<br> Racing Daily    ….journalist <br> Dave G        ….old man on bench<br> Meshaheer    …..witch<br> Old Vintage    …..cloakroom attendant<br> Nick Hatton    …. dead body<br> Slippy Blue    ….. Rhino<br> Phunter      ….. window cleaner<br> Robgomm     ……personal trainer <br> Prufrock      ….. tramp<br> Nixer         ….. second drunk<br> Jilly          ….. bride<br> Lovely Lady    …..priest<br> Rory          …..murderer<br> clivex         ….judge<br> Matron        ….. garage proprietor<br> Saddlers Wells  …. down and out<br> Esorial        …. phantom<br> Tooting       …..butcher<br> Non Vintage    …..baby<br> Seabird       …..Seabird<br> Razeen       …..invisible man  <br> Seagull        ….crow<br> Ricky Lake     ….  hippy<br> apracing       …. juvenile delinquent<br> David Marshall  …. hunchback<br> Yquem21      …. second baby<br> Jane          …. dancer<br> Ardross       ….. boxer<br> Pewter        ……headless ghost<br> Daylight       …..Victor Creepo<br> Glen          …..chief hangman<br> Aston         …. insomniac<br> Kathy         …. baby foal in mist<br> Turtle         …. american orator<br> gamble        ….detective<br> grasshopper    ….decorator and stripper<br> hoofski        …. dictator <br> John          …. extra
<br> A few words on Marshall …. shut it
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Quote: from turtle on 11:14 pm on April 28, 2004….. President Roosevelt’s wonderful words.
‘It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds ….
That’s my Paul.;)
<br> Turtle plays the fine attacking queen’s gambit and it pays off by scuttling the enemy.
I wish to add some final comment to a worthy thread, that I have happily lived within in the last few days.
It compares to the old Cochrane thread of yesteryear for juice, but had none of the initial boredom of that one -with its dry insurance law tripping from Escorial’s old tongue like a hag at a party french kissing, when the rest of the guests are tied up. Kitchen sink lawyers it was full of and under the sink bad odour as the women fought. No this thread was mostly sword battle with the occasional net and horse’s hoof.
 I have probably massaged the figures by my big dick nose, but Davies overtakes Razeen’s fallon with the best viewed thread and is awarded the prize of a golden mouth strap :biggrin:
<br>flatcapgamble.. da boss will next mention Marshall and run da credits
Quote: from gamble on 11:27 am on April 28, 2004<br>    I am happy with Zorro and his low profile posting is what I expected and there is nothing forced about him. Turtle comes along at the same time, a mirror image, and my thoughts went in one direction. I have done some research on the connection and am largely satisfied they are separate entities.
P.." I do not wish to appear too self congratulatory Hastings as the press reporter Hoofski is next door and may overhear, but as you see ici my note book reveals I had this one – how would you say ? Sown it up nicely in the hand bag, n’est ce pas ?<br>  <br> Hastings " Yes it is all there, but what surprises me is how you guessed the person hidden in the shell suit was inredibly the wife of Zorro. "
P.. This Madame took a risk most grave in understimating Poirot’s knowledge of the typique welsh couple. Writers are, more often than not, lazy and obstinate Hastings, and his refusal to answer further questions showed me his occupation as clear as the bell. She was very protective of him, the typique welsh wife, and the poor man may now need air in the valley. ;)
"And now Hastings we have the denouement "
Hastings…<br>" She rather pulled the wool over you – it must be said "
P.. " But absolutely not did I think of Turtle to carry the handbag in this cover up most ingenious ? You ridicule a french detective Hastings – please remember my first fateful words to the lady most deceiving !"
Hastings.."  You are connected by birth, marriage, or drinking slate, I do remember and you heard her high heels running."
P…C’est ca, but not too much the joke Hastings – this was a serious case. "
<br>flatcapgamble..john :cool:
Tooting wrote…this is hardly a typical thread
<br>You can say that again
Hoofski may have been about right with his anorak statement though :biggrin:
although pedantic… No please, I hate da rules
<br>old ladies ?
Quote: from hoofski on 9:12 pm on April 28, 2004[br]<br>AP, no, but it would be a more interesting forum if just occasionally the self-opinionated among us could take onboard and perhaps give a little value to someone else’s views.
 Interesting point of view Hoofski. Out of interest, in your opinion whose views have been disregarded or devalued ? This thread has been a summation of a lot of independent views in my analysis of it.
As for cliquey – I do not think any persons views have been cold-shouldered or ignored, although the subject matter has been narrow and possibly beaten to death. Most forums or threads can appear cliquey but the real test is whether ‘outsiders’ are cold shouldered or ignored or unduely ridiculed by a self supporting group.
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A strong south-westerly wind suddenly whipped up <br>cutting through the green rushes bordering the lake.<br>An eerie wailing sound sceamed over the marshes,<br>echoey, ghostly, and strangely<br>similar to that of a new born child.
However, it was evident the rushes held no child -<br>just a cape which caught the wind in its flaps,<br>altering its tone to emit a high pitched screech<br>and complimented by a basey, husky… rusk, rusk. <br>By the side of the cape a mask jumped <br>and it was carried, blustering over<br> some large hippo prints in the mud . <br>Secreted in a far bank behind water reeds there was something strange and peculiar watching.<br>It looked rather like a small turtle holding a pen.<br>It seemed to be taking notes when all of a sudden<br>it looked up, craned its neck,<br>and broke into welsh a ditty.
:sing:<br> I am one and all alone <br>and ever more shall be so <br>HAIGH HO, the rushes grow, ÂÂÂ
