Very pretty, but you have to be English to understand what that was supposed to be.
If those wenches had turned up at Rorke's Drift, Michael's lot would have won easily as Shaka's lot fell about laughing! I don't think Maypole dancing ever quite caught on south of the Limpopo river either.
Even better how about Ed Balls? Perhaps the hoops were meant to ensnare various husbands just coming out of the pub who were so sozzled that they didn't have any idea they were again well late for dinner, and that these wenches were in fact their wives who decided enough was enough, went in disguise to another pub, had a jolly good feed plus champers, paid for it with OH's credit card then they really went for it big-time! On arriving home they managed to them upstairs, tied them to the bed, and gave them a full body wax.
That sounds like an autobiographic comment from somebody having attended a Hens' Night shindig in the not too distant past. I'm told The Dorchester is quite pleasant in the Spring!
I wonder if these blinkered power-crazed femininnies realise how many innocent members of the so-called fairer sex they are putting out of work through their bouts of insanity. If this sort of nonsense persists, I suspect we onlooking chaps will be able to enjoy a real catfight between these loons and the rest of the (normal, sane, balanced) sisterhood.
Note to self: Must remember to put popcorn on my shopping list tomorrow.
My dad once considered that Morris Dancing was a bastardised version of Moorish, presumably from the Moors themselves, cavorting around here and there!
I don't think the Limpopo Chapter ever danced anything other than the Spear Dance - with matching accessories...
The body wax dance came much later, Madame Goose! Getting to serious grips with all that gunge all over the counterpane must have been an unusually unpleasant occurrence!
Like the idea of getting 'hooped' though! Never thought of it like that!
I once read an article by a journalist who volunteered to have a full body wax. Never laughed so much in all my life!!! I had my legs done once. Never, EVER again! Spraying your legs with concentrated acid would have been far less painful.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty, but you have to be English to understand what that was supposed to be.
If those wenches had turned up at Rorke's Drift, Michael's lot would have won easily as Shaka's lot fell about laughing! I don't think Maypole dancing ever quite caught on south of the Limpopo river either.
I wonder if Jeremy Corbyn could do that. I'd love to see him try.
ReplyDeleteEven better how about Ed Balls? Perhaps the hoops were meant to ensnare various husbands just coming out of the pub who were so sozzled that they didn't have any idea they were again well late for dinner, and that these wenches were in fact their wives who decided enough was enough, went in disguise to another pub, had a jolly good feed plus champers, paid for it with OH's credit card then they really went for it big-time! On arriving home they managed to them upstairs, tied them to the bed, and gave them a full body wax.
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ReplyDeleteThat sounds like an autobiographic comment from somebody having attended a Hens' Night shindig in the not too distant past. I'm told The Dorchester is quite pleasant in the Spring!
I wonder if these blinkered power-crazed femininnies realise how many innocent members of the so-called fairer sex they are putting out of work through their bouts of insanity. If this sort of nonsense persists, I suspect we onlooking chaps will be able to enjoy a real catfight between these loons and the rest of the (normal, sane, balanced) sisterhood.
Note to self: Must remember to put popcorn on my shopping list tomorrow.
My dad once considered that Morris Dancing was a bastardised version of Moorish, presumably from the Moors themselves, cavorting around here and there!
ReplyDeleteI don't think the Limpopo Chapter ever danced anything other than the Spear Dance - with matching accessories...
As Corbyn has been caught out in so many lies recently, a good rap across the knuckles with a Morris Stick may well teach him a lesson.
ReplyDeleteYou'd have thought at his advanced age, he'd have learned to tell the truth occasionally wouldn't you!
The body wax dance came much later, Madame Goose! Getting to serious grips with all that gunge all over the counterpane must have been an unusually unpleasant occurrence!
ReplyDeleteLike the idea of getting 'hooped' though! Never thought of it like that!
I once read an article by a journalist who volunteered to have a full body wax. Never laughed so much in all my life!!! I had my legs done once. Never, EVER again! Spraying your legs with concentrated acid would have been far less painful.
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