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Gill Richards 23 August 2004 13:26
Not everyone, your good readership doesn't.
Very well spoken the lot of us, we only descend into foul language when
talking with you about the great unwashed who fill up SI in August.
Thank BM for the picture, i'm getting quite a
collection now. Now if could only get up the courage to buy one of my own....
Miserable weekend. One of my warm cuddlies
died from kidney failure; he was only a baby so much wailing was to be had.
The others are currently still looking for him.
Vile Jelly 23 August 2004 14:17
True. But as official Spookyists you qualify for honorary non-emmet status and
so don't count. Mind you, if it keeps raining these heavy showers like it did
yesterday then the great unwashed are going to be leaving Cornwall a lot
cleaner than when they arrived!
I can lend you a copy of Knives 'N' Ammo (waiting staff) if you want.
Bleurk. That's why I never get involved with anything that breathes. I nearly
faint every time one of the RT needs a stitch. Can't be dealing with anything
as frangible as flesh and blood.
Gill Richards 23 August 2004 14:48
Ah good. And of course they may say 'see,
that's why we shouldn't stay in England for our hollies, next year we're going
to Ibiza where it will be hot and sunny' and then it will be much quieter.
Perhaps you should put up one of those gates like they have in theme parks for
height, only in St Ives case it would be one for width; if you're over a
certain weight and girth, you're not allowed in.
No i'll just go into a shop and roll around
laughing when i'm told how much they are.
Exactly. Trouble is, has the RT ever shown
you signs of affection without you picking them up first? See, it's not the
same as a purr first thing in the morning.
Vile Jelly 23 August 2004 15:23
I should be so lucky. Although, it does seem a bit quieter than last year
although that may just be an optical delusion caused by people staying off the
beaches while the weather is so changeable. I don't even attempt to go into
the burg itself. I think an IQ gate would be more useful.
Essential tools of the trade in my case (Mack cost just under £100). Toys for
boys in other cases. Still, if you are going to stab someone I think it only
fair to do it with a quality knife to show some respect!
Acshually, they show me spontaneous affection by NOT getting in or on my bed
in the morning (or any other time). The wrinklies' cats used to make the
mistake of settling down on my (occupied) bed in the small hours of the night.
Cue morning, I gruntle into barely awakedness, roll over to get comfy and
before I realise they are there ...... cat(s) go for an unexpected flight
across the room. Silly sods.
Gill Richards 23 August 2004 15:31
Could be and of course if you're not going
into the town, you wouldn't see the heaving mass that is Fore st. But would
the locals pass through?
ooch. And nice and sharp so it's quick and
painless.
I once woke up with a cat between my shoulder
blades (i was on my front), i couldn't move! Finally shifted him cos i was
being noisy about being stuck. They have taken unexpected flights too.
Vile Jelly 24 August 2004 09:07
The locals wouldn't even bother making the attempt. They are holed up in the
Tora Bora caves at the top of town.
Not necessarily if you know how to use the knife properly!
See? Fat foolish furry fleabags. You wouldn't catch the RT making such silly
mistakes.
Gill Richards 24 August 2004 12:19 don't know what happened there, the ether said my message was undeliverable. Vile Jelly 24 August 2004 15:30 It must have been because I didn't get it. Unless this is it ... in which
case it wasn't. Gill Richards 24 August 2004 16:06 this is it, well that was, so you did get it, eventually. Vile Jelly 25 August 2004 09:10 So, the electric demons were fibbing again, eh? Perhaps you should have your
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