Quote pmh="pmh"You mistake me for some sort of domestic fowl being fattened for the table of a retired colonel with beautiful mutton chops and an eye glass.'"
Even if you're not destined for the plate of Lord Prescott this Yuletide, you should still be getting fat - surely you need the insulation for the bleak midwinter in Otley? And what's this domestic/exotic demarcation nonsense? Sounds a bit snobby to me. No one likes a snooty goose when you're trying to keep a migratory formation together.
Quote pmh="pmh"I was thinking of going North to The Tundra, but after a recent sojourn I've decided to stay in my Secret Hill Top Lair throughout the darker months.'"
Always fancied the Tundra. Purple is my favourite colour and in every Collins Childrens Atlas since 1973,the Tundra is always shaded a lovely lilac, betwixt the stark ice cap white and the rather bland pale green temperate zones.
Quote pmh="pmh"I take your point about timing but I'm doing several events across the country and just snook Aldbrough in at the end and to give me a chance to visit my old Dutch friends at the cliff top public house. That's after I've sold all my illegal Chinese fire works.'"
Chinese fireworks? Chinese lanterns are more on trend now. You write your dreams on them and release them. Careful about wind direction though - they did this on one of those wedding reality tv shows and it blew back on the bride and she nearly caught fire. Cruel, but I did laugh a bit.
Quote pmh="pmh"I take it from RoversTrace's lack of response that she will not be attending my event, which is a shame as I like to see her going about in her little car resplendent with it's special number plate and myriad of stickers. I was hoping she might take my photograph. Shame.'"
Not sure about car stickers tbh. My other car is a Porsche, Baby on Board, If you can read this you're DRIVING TOO CLOSE etc - really really dull, and don't get me started on the dangly shirt things that were so popular in the era of Bullmania - absolutely shocking. I did see this in the US earlier this year that I quite liked, however: Rock is dead. Long live paper and scissors.