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Andrew Macdonald 14 March 2003 09:28 Back again
Le Grand Pardessus here.
Are you:
a) Still alive
b) Well
c) Looking forward to Easter?
I've been hors de combat of late, what with my name of a railway station and
the matter of an aunt's writing implement. And work.
Still no signs, portents or manifestations from old Pinwheel, so any
rumours about his impending membership of the choir of saints may have been
slightly exaggerated. Or maybe he's waiting for a second resolution.
But, and I speak as one who knows having lived here or hereabouts for quite a
while now, he's right about Abbott Ale. Greene King are a fine bunch of
master brewers, but a few pints of Abbott can certainly leave you feeling
like a long lie down in a darkened room. He is, though, wrong about
Southwold. Best place for Adnams is The Nelson, but the Harbour Inn is
handy if you happen to be down at the harbour and can't be bothered to
cross the river to Walberswick, though I've never understood quite why anyone
would want to. I've just looked at that last sentence again, and it
doesn't make a lot of sense, so that's all right then.
Just a couple of points from various SSIs going back into the mists of time
that I wanted to clear up for you. First, garbage. Not chucked
down mines or whatever, but mainly, in my experience, served up at the Saucy
Chef. Second, the spectral figure on Porthmeor Beach. A potter
with a metal detector?
You'll no doubt be glad to hear that as it is Lo Ling's birthday soon, she'll
be getting a new dikshunry and a Mavis Beacon Typing course. Pots,
kettle, black, what?
Vile Jelly 17 March 2003 08:54
I think I've gone mad ..... well, madder.
I could have sworn (and, in deed, have sworn vehemently) that I replied to
your e-mu when it arrived but I can't trace any record of it so I suppose I
must have aborted it somehow.
Anyway, I'm sure you got the gist of it.
What, you weren't paying attention either?
Well, I haven't got the foggiest what I said. Last Friday is another country
they did things differently then.
Anyway, I was cream-crackered after a particularly venomous shift so it was
probably full of expletives and devoid of meaningful content.
Better luck next time, eh?
Now, do I click on the 'Send' or the 'Delete' icon?
Fingers crossed, here goes!
Andrew Macdonald 17 March 2003 10:08
Don't worry, happens to all of us. Alarmingly frequently sometimes.
I'd put it down to a large and particularly intractable knot in the wire
somewhere round Indian Queens.
And have you, perchance, overlooked the possibility that these holes which
keep appearing all over St Hias are in fact the result of soup mining
activities rather than tin. And that we can all look forward in due
course to Penwith District Council v Soupie at the Old Bailey. Hopefully
before Mr Justice Cocklecarrot.
Which reminds me of a joke, which is odd in itself as I can never remember
jokes (and much else besides):
What do you get if you cross an elephant and a kangaroo?
Holes in Australia.
I like that joke.
Nearly cancelled me subscription to the Grauniad on Saturday. In their
beer column, they featured St Awful Tribute. OK, it was the bottled
version rather than the draught, but they really should know better.
Vile Jelly 17 March 2003 12:28
But Tribute is an award winning beer ..... they just fail to mention that the
award in question was for the most godawful pint in Cornwall.
I'm afraid your barking down the wrong shaft. As anyone who watched the
classic BBC Nature Documentary, The Clangers, will know Soupie did her mining
on the moon (hence the holes you can see in it on bright nights). However, she
has now retired and lives on the royalties from Bachelors, Campbells, etc.
Talking of feeble elephant jokes I seem to vaguely remember this from my
primary skool days:-
How do you fit four elephants in a Mini?
Two in the front and two in the back.
How do you know if you've got elephants in your fridge?
Big footprints in the butter and a Mini parked outside!
Andrew Macdonald 17 March 2003 14:01 Once a Soup Dragon, always a Soup Dragon. Vile Jelly 17 March 2003 16:59 And all for Soup Dragons! |
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