Party Til You Drop (Goal)! - E-Mail correspondence with Spooky St. Ives

Gill Richards

24 November 2003 08:35

RE: a sting on the tail

Unfortunately not my area and unlikely to be in the near future as December is taken up with all the various things i do, something to do with Christmas. I could do with a holiday.

They probably lived in the Sloop this weekend after our boys' win on saturday. Could they find their way home?

I'm sure it is but we're probably talking 40-42 inch beer belly size, so unless i wear it for a painting shirt it would sit in the drawer and gather dust.

Vile Jelly

24 November 2003 09:46

As you can see they were gripped by world cup fever (and a vast number of pints were gripped by them!).

Gill Richards

24 November 2003 09:55

If i may say, that's a rather small ball (sorry Shaun) probably the only one they could manage to hold. Eric looks rather inebriated.

Vile Jelly

25 November 2003 09:12

Actually, Shaun thinks that it is a sheep egg and is trying to hatch it so that he can become a parent.

As for Eric ..... I don't think he was the only inebriated person in the pub during the match. However, now that the euphemism ( a sort of happy feeling you get after your optimism is rewarded) has worn off he confessed to feeling a tad flat.

Oh well, just a mere four years of taunting the aussies and laughing at the french to look forward to .....

Gill Richards

25 November 2003 10:08

Bless. you'll have to tell him that it takes a long time for sheep eggs to hatch and that he must keep it at a steady temperature otherwise he'll never be a father.

Ha ha.

One of the papers has a regular slot where people change a letter in a word to make a new word. Husband's favourite is 'ignoranus' - someone who is ignorant and an *******.

have you seen this?..

Vile Jelly

25 November 2003 11:28

No, what pooper is it?

Talking of witches, I have been re-reading Dugless Adams Meaning of Liff book and chortling at some of the Cornish places he uses. F'rinstance:-

Bodmin - The irrational and inevitable discovery between the amount pooled and the amount needed when a large group of people try to pay a bill together after a meal

Gweek - A coathanger recycled as a car aerial

Lostwithiel - The deep and peaceful sleep you finally fall into two minutes before the alarm clock goes off

Phillack (a big hello to all you Hayle inmates!) - A Gucci belt pouch for carrying condoms in.

Polyphant (for you weary A30 travellers) - The mythical beast - part bird, part snake, part jam stain - which invariably wins children's painting competitions in the 5-7 age group.

Scorrier (another reason not to travel in the direction of Redruth!) - A small hunting dog trained to snuffle among your private parts.

PS. What did you attach because Internet Exploder has exploded it and it's not there. (This always happens when Big Mac sends one of his sprout piccies or whatever) although I can usually still access it. Yours seems to have disappeared completely for some reason.

Gill Richards

25 November 2003 12:01

not sure, one of the broadsheets; i shall endeavour to find out.

Lostwithiel.....been there many times, for longer than two minutes cos i keep sleeping through the alarm clock.

Scorrier - all bluddy dogs!

btw i noticed Winwaloe declined from answering the aeiou question on the pretence that it was too easy - always easy to say that if you haven't a clue!

Ps. a piccie, try this.

Vile Jelly

25 November 2003 12:56

Aha, found it.

I could have sworn that Sid's Opera House was decked out in gold and green. Either I am going colour blind or someone has had the painters and decorators in. Very strange.

I shall contact the Australian embassy immediately to find out what has been going on.

Hang on .....

..... "Bugger off you smug pommie git"? That doesn't sound very diplomatic. I wonder what has upset them?

Gill Richards

25 November 2003 13:02

can't imagine. I think they've mislaid a piece of goldwear..

Vile Jelly

26 November 2003 12:21

That was careless of them.

Mind you, they do have a habit of destroying things. Apparently, we gave them a trophy when they first beat us at krikkit but they reduced it to ashes.

Obviously they can't be trusted with anything valuable so we'd better keep the Webb Ellis in this country.

Gill Richards

26 November 2003 14:55

foolish aussies. perhaps their trait of loosing or destroying things is the reason we sent them there in the first place.

Just saw Concorde fly over. The last time i saw it 'in the flesh' was when i was about 7 and therefore not that interested. Didn't think it would be seen though, the sky was so black we didn't know if it could fly low enough.

Vile Jelly

27 November 2003 09:54

Yeah, I saw something on the nudes last night saying that they had decided to park one in Brissle.

Mystified as to why they flew (although it must have been one in the anorak for the planespotters who thought they'd seen the last flight!). Why couldn't they have just driven it down the M4 and M5? Can you imagine them pulling into the services for a curly sarnie and 20,000 gallons of fuel!

PS. You and the guides/brownies could volunteer to buff it up with a swift wash and wax during bob-a-job week.

Gill Richards

27 November 2003 13:34

They couldn't drive it down the M4/M5 because there are too many roadworks and accidents. It would have taken them all week to get it here. Ha! I don't know if the services hold that much fuel. It would have cost a bomb aswell, always more expensive than the local.

Sounds like good idea. What is it - a pound for every hour? Should take them at least a week!

PS I've got the weekend with 16 of the little darlings, so i'm taking tomorrow off to prepare. ie staying in bed to get lots of sleep

Vile Jelly

27 November 2003 13:47

No, I thought the idea was that you got a bob (10p in this new-fangled money, I think) for doing the whole job.

Still, you've got 16 volunteers already so your mission, should you accept it ..... !

Gill Richards

27 November 2003 13:56

That's not so good is it?

I'd rather not accept it.

Vile Jelly

27 November 2003 16:50

Well, that's life, as they say .....

..... or, possibly, that's premature death as I always used to dread doing blobbajob when I was but a mere cub due to the amount of seemingly vindictive old gits who appeared to think that the abolition of child chimney sweeps was some sort of futuristic fantasy land and would do no house/car/maintenance work for a whole year just so that they could force us to do it all for them for all of 10p.

And we were expected to be grateful for the privilege.

People used to think that we former cubs became psychotic gunmen as a result of being satanically amused [sic] by scoutmasters. Believe me, that was a mere inconvenience compared to the hell of flobbalobbalob week!

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