So good of you to take one for the team, Joe
I hope that they put summat nice in yer drip
Carinthia.xx
So good of you to take one for the team, Joe
I hope that they put summat nice in yer drip
Carinthia.xx
Like for instance a slammer or two?
Anyone else, while I’m here? Carinthia? Gus?
Me?
I needs a small summat
I have just nearly tamed my new sewing machine
I love it
It’s strong enough to sew denim (see I was listening and have practiced dear Chatelaine) yet small and light that fits into a small shopping basket
And I can run it on batteries if I need to
Sounds like slammers all round, then.
Yes please, Fishy
Carinthia.xx
Good-oh. I hate to drink alone…
hic
The plum wine has been opened. Panic!
Alas, “slammer” has taken on an entirely new connotation for me, this Christmas…
In other news, I managed to get through the whole of the first part of The Canterbury Tales. The overall impression is just as I thought at the outset; four perfectly good modern adaptations of Chaucer, interspersed with pointless and distracting “backstage” nonsense.
What did come across, of course,was the quality of many of the cast; Carol Boyd, Emerald O’Hanrahan, Sunny Ormonde, Nick Barber, Barry Farrimond and James Cartwright were all - as ever - excellent. They contrived, somehow, to make The Miller’s Tale the weak point - possibly because Trevor Harrison is simply too obviously Eddie, so it was impossible to forget the TA side.
My advice would be to give it a listen - it’s the sort of thing the BBC can still do very well, after all - but to skip over the connecting “comedy” scenes. Basically, if you enjoyed what they did with Pepys, you’ll enjoy this - indeed the 15-Minute Drama slot would have been perfect for it, without the padding.
And I’ve just heard they’ve put out the last call for entrants for the Pin The Tail On The Joe competition.
Joe
I know about the pin the drip/injection/wottevva on the hapless patient
Run a washhand basin full of water as hot as you can stand
Dunk your hands and lower arms in said water
After a good 5 minutes they should find a vein
Ask for a basin if you are tethered to the bed
How else do you think folk will be able to drink it, eh?
On no account tell That Fish, or the said Fish will be wanting to shape a Moose Of Its Very Own. Out of dough.
I speak as a friend to both of you here.
But Twellsy - that’s taking all the sport out of it.
Besides, the anaesthetists want a go…
Oh joe.
Not even remotely fun any more. Also breathtakingly incompetent. Grrrr…
After that they throw it open…
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Joe dear anaesthetists are real vampires
TBH Gus, I’m counting my blessings. The cellulitis and vein problems are most likely down to moving from a decent sized town - when I could walk everywhere - to a house on a sharp bend a few miles beyond the arse-end of nowhere, where setting foot outside the gate is a life-threatening experience. I kicked the fags a few years ago - and by some miracle my liver seems perfectly healthy (I was half expecting the blood results to include “40% proof”)
I don’t intend to give them any more ammunition than they already have…
My neighbours on the train are singing. “Venite adore[hic]mus, Dominum.” It is not as tuneful as a sparrer might like.