If I could have seen anything, I'd let you know whether it was dull and murky or not...

Will you ever be the same again??

Summat tells me the name of this storm is significant, Hurricane Joanna. Well if people do keep stressing out my Granddaughter what da-ya expect her to do except take to the skys and wreek havok on the country!

People of Great Britain be warned. She may be tiny. However I think her Temper really blew over the week end.


Now give me a panad and I'll start with the clear out. just not smoke near me thank you I'm a singer!

The same as what?

You don't think that Harry would be a reformed character after being swallowed whole by a whale then May?

Actually I had heard that most whales have rather posh interiors these days. Perhaps Winford hasn't had a refit yet.

Are whales all wooden floors, cream walls and kind of ........... bland??
Do they have an upstairs and downstairs, or are they more loft living?
I thought Parry might have a nervous disposition compared with before the ingestion
May

Loft living I think, May. Probably the wet leather look,

This is the wet leather look which is very IN in Whale Pods.

That's it Addy, it's the POD LOOK.

Bet you anything Clarri has gone all Pod-like

May.

"Whale meat again..don't know where don't know when..."

Anyone got the kettle on then?

IN our house, the kettle is always on.
May.

He was quite pod-like before!

Did BigMac run away after you rescued him , May?

That Rusty-Bucket hasn't dared to show his face here recently either. Now there's a pod like creature if ever I saw one!

Fancy a quick burst of the Florist's Duet now May?


Actually how about:


When you come home again to Whales?

They always seem to run orf after I save 'em Addy. Maybe seeing as I saved his life, he'll profess undying lurve But then again, maybe not Can he sing like Barry White??
Let's sing Add. Welsh blood flows through these veins.
May.

Flippin' 'eck Maybeline Pole! One kiss a life an' you is anybody's

How abaht Oh Whaley Whaley then, sung by that luvverly Alfred Jones?

Go for it May.



"Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tân,
Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr"

Add, why are you singing about saucepans and lawyers??
May.

I'm not!

Saucepans and fires you old duffer.

'Ere gels..that Rusty Bucket makes beer!!! What d'ya reckon then? I bet it's tastes like pi drain water

Well at least he is good for something.

Now, about this duet stuff for Plas Newydd....

He's been brewing in East Anglia. This gives more creedence to my theory that he was washed up at Denver in the Wash and not at Pevensey. My own Granddaughter turns herself into a violent tempest and I should know where Winfred Whale ends up. As I said the sluice keeper was quite put out.

AM I to underatand that Rusty got swallowed by a whale too???
Now I am confused
May.

No, he wasn't washed up by any whales May. Summat has been rambling again, poor old thing. Just humour her, dear! It is easier that way.

Now, about our duet for the Plas..............

Are you insinuating anything Adeline?

Now then Addy, what shall we do for our duet? How about, "Come into the garden Maud". Or, "Pack up your troubles", or "Don't put your daughter on the stage Mrs Worthington, or "Big Mac in his cycling shorts"
Any good Addy??
Great Aunt May.

Was it something I said, or was the route miscalculation, ANGLESEY ABBEY not ANGLESEY a mistake too far. I waited all Saturday too

No way am I singing "Come into the Garden, Maud". Don't you remember the terrible time we had when we tried to rescue Harry Parry that time? Maud was fearsome! She had Lidd by the ear. Dreadful it was! I am not going to sing anything about Maud ever again. Anyways, I won the see who can sing higher competition the other day, even if the roof did leak afterwards.

Let's sing "Be kind to your webbed footed friends, for a duck may be somebody's mother" and then we can try something grander.

*still walking home*

*squelch, squelch, squelch*

When is someone going to tell Harry that he's walking in the wrong direction?

Nah, don't bother, see what happens at Land's End...

*squelch, squelch, squelch, splash, splash, splash, splash, glug, glug, glug, aarrgghh, whale, gulp, oops*

Well, Winford my boy, you have surpassed yourself my old pal. The pod look it is again.

Darn it!... my secret is out! Trust you to rumble me.

But, you'll pleased to know that my brew is highly regarded... and I quote the famous 'Brandon Brewry'...

"Based on a traditional best bitter brew. This beer is smooth on the palate and is noted for its soft, but surprisingly fruity flavour."

...smooth... soft... and fruity!... now what more do you want ladies?!

So, who fancies a taste of 'Rusty Bucket'?!.....

Flippin' 'eck..fruity?...soft? You 'as gorn soft in the 'ead you old fruit cake Rusty Bucket! Give us a pinta gin any day a the week, eh Add?

Mind ya's, I might succumb to you's charms when we is in Leeds...depends 'ow desperate forgivin' I'm feelin' at the time.

Kettle's on gels.

*still sitting at the gates of Anglesey Abbey wondering where the rest of the OLTVA are and feeling abandoned*

Get yourself over to rescue Summat in Anglesey Abbey, Rusty old bean. She's totally lost it and we all know how you love to help a maiden in distress.

Pass us another pint of gin, Lidd. It's good for the vocals.

'Ello Addy dear. You's can 'ave me gin ducky. I is warblin' tanite so's can't get too...merry...

*Just a tiddly one then...*

Cheers

That old rust bucket has got a cheek. Fancy thinking we would want any of his old brew Can't be bothered to turn up to sing to us or play his sexyphone. Humphhhhhhhhh.
Winford will get indigestion you know Addy, he'll need a Ronnie before long.
MAy.

[...throws a bucketful of "Rusty Bucket" brew down Winford's throat as a treat for Harry Parry...]



Lavvy






(is it me or is this thread getting increasingly surreal )

Surreal Lavvy? No, not really. Now, pages 85 and 86.....they really were very surreal indeed.


I'll bung the kettle on. I really don't fancy any of Rusty Bucket's beer.

*burp*

Whooooooooooooooooooooooop!

That was the flute pipe I slid down to join the party.

....nice one Harry Parry!... who needs gin when Rusty Bucket is flowing!!!!

Maiden in distress!... make way... Rusty is here!!!

*takes another gulp of good 'ole Rusty beer*

Strong stuff this brew...just like the real dude!!!... 'strong', yet 'soft' and...what was it?... 'smooth and fruity'...

You know, I MAy or MAy not *hic* ... turn up to help the damsel in dis dress...

More beer Parry me old mate?... apparently it's Sir Real who is getting it in...never met the guy, but we chaps must stick together!!!!

So, Clarri and Rusty Bucket are in Surrey having a beer, one inside a whale and one outside. Summat is outside some Abbey in Nether Anglia. Addy and Liddy are having a panad and probably some cake from a skip. Lavvy is ahaunting . Joanie is probably on a fishing trip with Bigmac and his piano tuner, all wearing cycling shorts, and likely to get eaten by the Loch Ness monster. Rhonda has gone round the bend, and Tickles is having a conversation with Barking Tom's mouth on top of an organ pipe, whilst playing a flute that is stuck there too.
Surreal???? Nah

They're coming to take me away, ha ha, ho ho, to the funny farm...........

Great Aunt May.

(Bev, you deserve to be congratulated - it's been a while since I laughed out loud at this thread! )

Is this just another plot to get those nice men in white coats to come back, dear?

I'm soaked through. Again.

And I fully expected to be washed up on a beach again. So what on earth am I doing in a beer garden in Surrey? That river looks far too small for a whale to fit down...

Precisely Barry Larry. Sir Real became Surrey you see. YOu don't see, ah well. Have some more beer.
May.

cheers!

I'm bored with my flute scales Clarri. Let's go surfing on top of Winford. We could cruise into Newkey, and hit the night spots.
May.

You can surf. I will grip onto Winford's fin in case I fall off...

Coward
Come on then. By George, this is a first. Surfing with man on top of a whale. We'll have to have some champers if we ever make it to Newkey Clarri
Oh heavens, Winford's turned into the wind, where on earth's he orf to old bean??
May and Clarri disappear of into the distance down the English channel.

Eh, Lidd. Come and watch the TV news. There is a whale that looks very like our own Winford sailing dorn the English channel and heading south. It is in the news because there are two figures on the top of it waving. I think that it has rescued them, like those dolphins did with those whales the other day. That was kind of it.

I haven't seen May around recently. She was in the barn playing "Walk Like This" and strutting about like an old pidgeon singing into the flute whilst tap dancing and playing a kazoo through her nose. She really needs a holiday.

Kettle's on.