Who are you going to let into my gin lake?
I am fussy about folk tainting the good taste of my gin lake
As for the disturbance to my floating saueakwins …
Who are you going to let into my gin lake?
I am fussy about folk tainting the good taste of my gin lake
As for the disturbance to my floating saueakwins …
'Tisn’t your gin-lake; it is the cellar’s gin-lake.
In any case, no one’s identified the sauce of the testudinid abuse
Waving a ptortoise would pterrify it, so I am not playing.
Go on then, tell us.
Sam Shotter, innit? Aka Sam the Sudden?
I already have gin-lake privileges when Twellsy’s not looking.
What some call squeakwins, others classify as Hazards to Navigation, dere
Well done that (slightly gin-sodden) sparrer!
To be absolutely accurate, it was half Sam and half Kay Derrick. Not got the book to hand, but as I recall:
S: Are you fond of tortoises?
K: Not particularly.
S: Very well, we shall waive the tortoise.
K: It sounds like a forgotten sport of the past: “Waving the Tortoise”
Having thought about it, I am now going to have to unearth it, of course. To my mind, the finest of Wodehouse’s novels. I have no idea why it seems to be relatively little-known.
Dere wee birdies are welcome to test quality of gin in the lake
Especially pore wee hard working ginsparrers
Bacon butties for them as wishes
Black platter contains green bacon butties
White platter contains smoked bacon butties
Square platter is laden with hot buttered crusts
I burnt my poor fingers getting the loaf out of the oven
that there bull has just been a real clever clogs with a raspberry pie!
I must clarify: I haven’t started cooking pastry-cased desserts, it’s the single-board computer! We have a problem involving a large eucalyptus tree that, when it’s raining, interferes with our satellite signal (to be solved very shortly by moving the dish sideways a few feet!) - and since we normally get Radio 4 via satellite, this means switching to internet feed. Sure, we can use our phones, but at home it’s much nicer to get it through the audio system … so I have rigged up a Raspberry Pi with “openelec” (Kodi aka xbmc) and a “radio” add-on. Since this feeds audio through hdmi, it connects directly into our main entertainment system, and can be operated via a “web” interface from my PC (or from 3Wells’ PC, but suggesting that is likely to result in “squaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwk” sounds )
Yes, I can use iplayer to provide 3Wells with Strictly this evening. I’d better do …
Nods wisely
Walks slowly backwards out of room clutching Pitcher…
Carinthia. xx
Better give you a
#yardaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarm
hadn’t I.
Fishers has one of them for the World Service.
Morning all. Grey and light mist, today.
Since I’ve been beaten to the yardarm, I’ll just havva butty for the sparrer anna black pudding for the sparrer anna white pudding for the sparrer anna red pudding for the sparrer (see, fusion cuisine) anna spare butty just in case I get hungry on the way back to me perch…
Right, I’ll put it more simply: someone loosed mice in the cellar … now I’ll go chase them down
(Stomp stomp stomp … SPLAT gotcha)
I do hope that wasn’t one of the raainbow-coloured mice I am breeding to put through people’s letter-boxes in order to freak them out?
Cannibalised rodents?
Tsk tsk
oops …
Hmmm
I know some folk less dainty than that poor wee terrified bullock!