........................SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR ME ?Well I'm away today at the Willow Manor Ball, http://willowmanor.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-enchanted-evening.html feeling tired but enthused by last nights Poetry Bus extravaganza.For such short notice I was amazed to get 20 passengers and Wow! some pretty coolio poetry too , yet again! Sorting stuff for this anthology is really tough.But thanks again to who all got aboard and made it another eclectic exciting memorable trip.I'm really anxious/excited about next monday's bus tour,hope to see you all there! For now I'm having a smashing time at Willow Manor, literally! I've had a few drinks and a few dances(mainly by myself with a crowd around me) and people were necking champagne and throwing their empty glasses into the roaring fireplace. I tried to join in with the spirit of the thing and launched a 42" plasma TV in as well!
I was going to wear me best 'Louis' suit (Copeland, not Vuitton) but I hadn't put it on since I married Mrs EEjit 14 years ago.It was a bit like trying to fit on my school uniform. I'm twice the man I was when I married her that's for sure. The only other suit I had was my birthday suit, so I decided, I would be daring, create a bit of a stir, make a bit of an entrance by going 'Au naturelle' Well not quite totally in the buff, my good brogues still fitted me and I found a lovely pair of lemon socks in the back of the wardrobe, so I was good to go. I was thinking of wearing my blue with white trim undercrackers but they didn't really go with the socks and I didn't want to make a show of meself.Anyways thanks a million to Willow for putting on such a gala event.Pop over and have a look, join in , stay for a drink and a dance!
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Sounds like fun TFE - I shall drop in for a short time but can't stay late as I fall asleep about 10pm these days! Very frustrating when I want to keep reading or working on something. Hope it soon passes. Don't overtire yourself dancing - I think I could just about manage a slow waltz.
TFE - The rumour mill is churning about you and me, apparently. Just because we snuck behind that potted palm for a jigger of the old amber. (Get yer heads out of the gutter!)
Your home-brew has put me flat out, which is okay since I'm only operating on one foot.
Btw, did you notice I have the Poetry Busload in my sidebar under "Sick Transit".
(The above has been exchanged entirely with eyes wide shut. The lemon hose are blinding!)
Well, leave it to you to lighten up things! Lemon yellow socks--very hip.
After a few gasps and giggles, I was glad you decided to slip into one of Mr. Livesey's kilts.
That Drambuie concoction is as powerful as mustard gas and several of us are now cross eyed.
You and Poetikat were causing quite the stir behind the potted plant, but she assured me you were just reciting some poetry. hmm.
LMAO!!!!
Oh, my goodness, TFE. < frantically waving fan >
Poetikat - 'scuse me, Kitty Mangleword - did warn me. I fear that the sight of a natural man might make me feel like - well, like a natural woman - so I'll keep my eyes averted.
So glad you could make it to the ball, though.
Oh darn it! That was you making an exhibition of yourself was it? And here was me looking for an Albanian waiter with three ducks under his arm - so yet again I didn't see what you really look like. Ah well - a person can dream. I would have loved a tango with you, but considering your dress code - maybe not.
A certain ineffable charm...
It'll take a crowbar to dislodge that image of you in your birthday suit out of my head now, cheers :-)
Oh, so you were the guy in his underwear?
That was a novel choice, and one that didn't go unnoticed by the ladies.
You will be the talk of the Willow Manor Ball for much time to come!
Please come by Linda#53 for a martini. You could dance or perhaps recite a poem. We have a Chef who will prepare food if you wish so I hope you drop by for a visit.=D
P.S. I apologize for Charles drinking all your drambuie.
Your socks made quite a stir!
So did his rocks!
WHAT!!!?? You mean you even took your HAT off?! I am truly appalled! I never thought you were like that ... this coming from a woman who was once arrested for "being seen out in public with offensive legs". I didn't get where I am today by running around the countryside stark nadger naked with lemon coloured socks on! Alright. So I don't actually have any nadgers, but there is a nice pair in the Argos catalogue. Come to think of it ... I don't have any lemon coloured socks either.
I fall asleep around 10 too, Heather-10 IN THE MORNING!
All our heads are in the gutter, Kat, but some of us are looking for a dropped euro (Oscar Wilderness)
Sick Transit on glorious monday, sic itur had opel astra.
Now everbody knows I wear lemon hose,I'll be expecting some for Christmas.
Thanks John, Lemon socks are the bees knees this autumn.
When Willow says that I slipped into one of Mr Livesy's kilts I hasten to add that he was not in it at the time.A pint of the Drambuie home brew at breakfast sets you up for the day,give it a try on your cornflakes.
Yoli, quick, get down to the I LMAO hospital -pronto!
Don't worry Sandra you would need particularly keen eyesight to spot my embarrassment.
Weaver, I fear we are destined to roam this planet like ships that pass in the night. A Tango would have been nice, I like fizzy orange.
Why, thank you, Sparkey!
Funny that argent, cos it took a crowbar to get me out of the wedding suit I tried on too!
Barry, as Oscar Wilde used to say, there's only one thing worse than being talked about and that's not being handed the Liam McCarthy cup when you have outplayed Killkenny to a man and then had a player sent off and a penalty that was never a penalty being awarded against you.
Linda, I'll do a special séan nós (old style) dance for you that Pappy taught to me.It's quite simle, all I need is a broom,a chair, a pipe,a kettle, a handkercief,a bottle of whiskey, a pig and a combine Harvester.
Leah. And there's me thinking it was my sparkling personality.
Yeh, Kat, me diamonds go everywhere with me.
Weevil, I think you may be mistaken, they don't actually sell nadgers in Argos, you must be thinking of Badgers.
No ... it was definitely nadgers. I'd already tried buying badgers there. Ended up filing a complaint with customer services, as you have to buy the batteries separately. Bit of a rip off really. What feckin good is a badger without batteries? I mean, you can't see them in the dark or anything - AND theirs didn't even make machine gun noises! Shite really.
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