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Helen Bristol 06 February 2004 18:00 Re: Help
Funny you should mention the fact-finding mission... Yeah, we've done
the working smarter bit. Interesting concept that an East Angularian PCT
would want to create a job in St. Ives (there I've mentioned it - do I get
published?) although I'd be very willing to act as the go-between. You
wouldn't mind if I had a second home in St Ives then? Who did you have in
mind?
's the weekend and I'm on hols for 4 days next week. I think I might spend
some time practising for the Great Pub Crawl. I know our roads aren't quite so
interesting as those in Cornshire.
Vile Jelly 06 February 2004 18:46
Well, there you are. Don't you get it? There you are with a pile of swag. You
want a second home in St. Ives, I want a nice profitable pen-pushing job .....
I didn't even know you had roads in the EA Bayou. Isn't tarmac laid over a
swamp a bit wobbly?
Helen Bristol 07 February 2004 14:56
That's how Hereward the Sleepless kept everyone at bayou. Mostly we
travel round in coracles
You want profitable - best forget the Nashnal Elph Surplus. The pile of swag,
as you call it, is only virtual dosh. Not unlike the GDP of UK plc.
No, no, I don't want a second home anywhere. It's hard enough to keep on
top of things in one hut let alone another one miles away. As you well
know, me and housework - well I'd rather not waste my time. Who in their
right mind would double the misery?
Vile Jelly 07 February 2004 15:06
Better than down here, then. We just talk a load of coracles!
But if you invested just 1% of yesterday's expenses budget you could buy
half of St. Ivel and employ the Reporting Team to look after and buff up your
portfolio of properties. What's more, with the prices for helliday rentals
down here you'd be able to replace the missing swag with interest in just a week
or so. Then, you could use your snowballing profits to buy the rest of the NHS,
give everyone a pay rise, cure everybody and still have change for a luxury
yacht before June is out. A no-lose scenario!
PS. You know I would. I'll double your misery and raise you again to
intolerable suffering. Now are you going to fold or up the ante?
Helen Bristol 07 February 2004 15:23
Mmm. (you must be feeling confident)
I'll double your intolerable suffering and raise you to a lifetime in
purgatory
Vile Jelly 08 February 2004 09:05
No, I'm feeling a velvet Humpty. Besides I don't have to worry about offending
the NHS becuase they don't even have a franchise, let alone a branch, down
here. So are you tempted? I can start e-mailing you details of properties as
soon as you are back at your desk for another bout of number juggling.
I'll match your lifeftime in purgatory and see you in hell ..... What are you
holding; I've got a pair of black cards, a parsnip and two slices of stale
bread.
Helen Bristol 08 February 2004 15:04
That's odd 'cos the website seems to suggest there are outlets in the area.
'course I'm tempted but it is very windy down there, isn't it? I only
ask 'cos I don't like being blustered almost as much as I don't like being
cold.
I play my cards close to my chest - so I can't see what they are!
Ah yes that's better; Mr., Mrs., Master and Miss Bunn the baker's family
and the Pilsbury Doughboy. So my flush beats your 2 pairs. I'll
collect my winnings when I come down to view the properties - they should
just about cover the deposits. All I'll need to do then is win the lottery.
Vile Jelly 09 February 2004 13:13
Tsk, tsk. You should know that you shouldn't trust everything (and anything)
you see on the internet. I mean, you don't believe a word of SSI, do you?
Exactement.
Talking of which, I thought you were on holiday in France or was the shopping
trip down the Champs Elysee just a quick there and back in the Learjet?
PS. I would have thought that East Angular suffered from the wind as well. At
least Kernowshire is sub-tropical (as opposed to your neck of the woods which
just appears to be sub-marine!). SI is certainly full of sub-humans and
sub-standard websites!
PPS. Feast Day today (technically the religious nutter bit of it was
yesterday). As usual Winwaloe was first with the wrong answer. There he was
preening himself over his 'local knowledge' without realising that the
long-standing medieval celebration is always the first Sunday after the
Superbowl. Better go and catch up with the RT, I believe they started their
liquid feast earlier than most!
Helen Bristol 09 February 2004 14:18
It was just a quick shopping trip. Took the Ferrari on the Shuttle.
Mind you with the slow moving traffic on the A12 it would have been quicker in
the Lear. Bite of lunch over there and back in time for a slap-up meat
tea. That was a week ago. This week and on and off through Feb and
March I'm trying to take the rest (or most of the rest) of my ENORMOUS
amount of don't-have-to-go-to-work days, before the end of the fiscal year.
PS What happens on St Eia's feast day? Apart from the liquid indulgence.
Do you all go floating about the harbour on clover leaves chasing piskies?
PPS Did I hear you whisper "Oh b****r" when I revealed my hand?
No? Must have been the wind in the willows.
Vile Jelly 10 February 2004 09:00
Remember, just because you have the holiday entitlement doesn't mean you have
to take it. Alternatively, you could book yourself in for a month in whatever
the spinal equivalent of The Priory is and have your back rehabilitated into
society.
PS."What happens on St Eia's feast day?"! All I can say to you is http://www.spooky1.com/feast%20day/feast%201.htm !
PPS. I always suspected you were dealing from the bottom of the deck. You
shifty administrators are experts at arranging the paperwork for your own
advantage! I'd offer an arm-wrestling re-match but you probably sumo me into
submission. And as for a battle of wits ..... that will have to be postponed
as I only have 50% of the required resources!
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