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Helen Bristol 15 October 2004 18:32 Re: Hello again
When it comes to fishing you have to know your prey, where to find him, what
will tempt him, what time of day, weather conditions,etc,etc - not that I
would presume to preach.........
So, my prey? If I told you that the secret would be out and he'd go into
hiding or play hard to catch.
The bait? Whatever's necessary. If you've got it flaunt it, I say.
Black day at bad rock today. Think I'll
go and pour myself a bucket of vino and anaesthatise my brain.
Vile Jelly 17 October 2004 15:13
Why not? It has got to be more entertaining than Songs of Praise ...
So, you admit that he/she/it is a he. This could be a valuable clue. Who do we
know who fits that description? Hm, this is probably one for the fiendish
cunning of the Shauns to solve.
Well, if the
wine didn't help, there are always plenty of cheffing jobs going or I could
lend you my Kalashnikov when ebay finally delivers it!
Helen Bristol 17 October 2004 15:38
I used "he" in a generic sense - like saying "mankind" -
well that's my story and even being trampled by fiendish hoofs won't make me
change it. On the other claw, Lucy could come to my rescue, but she might be a
teensy bit reluctant to attack a Shaun in case she nipped him in the wrong
plaice.
PS I told you so - W just couldn't resist a peak and another jibe.
Vile Jelly 17 October 2004 15:58
Ah, so it was one of those generically-modified words that keeps upsetting all
those protesters. Actually, the Shauns hoofs are quite soft and velvety so I
suspect that being trampled by them might actually be a quite pleasurable
experience (espesh after a hard day at wurk, a small vatlet of wine and a hot
barf)!
PS. Like Quasimodo I had a nasty hunch that he would come back to haunt us but
you had to say it and you know that saying bad things always makes them
happen.
PPS. How much of a dent in the EU wine lake have you managed to make so far?
Helen Bristol 17 October 2004 17:57
Hmmmmm, sounds sooooooo relaxing - when will they get here? Do I have to wait
until I've had a hard day at wurk? Can't I just be pampered - because I'm
worth it?
Very little. I'm being abstemious and adventurous, so the EU wine lake is safe
for the mo. Though I'm not keen on the S African or Antipodean wines - a bit
anodyne and girly, prob'ly allright for footballers' wives, South
American are OK.
Vile Jelly 18 October 2004 09:35
Gawd nose, I have enough difficulty getting them out of the pub let alone
persuading them to get into a coracle and paddle around to the East Angularian
bayous. Couldn't Lucy do it for you? Also, I think that theory only works with
l'oreal chemicals and you have to be your basic, ordinary supermodel
next door to start with.
Anodyne? I thought that was those little white pills you took the morning
after a night on the vin. Call that adventurous? Why not try some of the
finest wines of Papua New Guinea? According to Trevor the local witch doctors
make an interesting little tipple!
Helen Bristol 18 October 2004 18:07
I don't think hard scratchy clwas would quite the same as soft velvety hoofs.
Perhaps I could blow all my dosh on a trip to PNG
Vile Jelly 18 October 2004 22:32
But I thort Loosey woz kuddlie ..... or, at least, I think that was Shaun said
when he staggered back from their tryst while we were down the Slurp. I didn't
enquire further, although as a concerned step-parent I was .... er, concerned.
Still, all seems to have worked itself out. Obviously you will have to
re-visit and have a feel of the hoofs.
Not sure there's much of PNG left. Trevor seems to have most of it in his
lounge!
PS. While I'm still vaguely alert, do you want me to edit the wurk-related
bits out of your e-mus?
Helen Bristol 19 October 2004 18:24
She woz until after the tryst. At least I think that was when she developed a
hard shell that no one seems to be able to get through. You don't
think............no,.........but you did say Shaun was staggering. Had
he been to the Slurp before meeting her? I do hope he was
gentle with her. She just won't talk about it. Sits on the chaise
longue all day looking wistfully into the distance in a vaguely south-easterly
direction. I'll have a quick feel on my next visit.
PS It was a good vintage and still improving
Vile Jelly 20 October 2004 14:58
Funnily enough, that's what Shaun said too!
PS. How can it still be improving if you've drunk it all?
PPS. Gill had a black day at bad rock too. It must be contagious!
Helen Bristol 20 October 2004 18:29
I was referring to your comment on Monday about peeps of my vintage - the peps
not the wine improving ..........oh, forget it. Never mind you'll
soon have to leave irresponsible youthdom behind and join the ranks of
irresponsible early middle age.
Tis the time of year.
Vile Jelly 21 October 2004 15:12
I fully intend to expire or turn back into a pumpkin at midnight on Oct 30th!
That's what Gill reckoned too. I like winter, meself. Espesh in St. Ives as
the cold weather kills off the worst of the ems.
Helen Bristol 21 October 2004 18:31
It's realy spooky that for your BIG 40 you get to have an extra hour in the
day.
The only things I like about winter are being nice and warm indoors and looking
at a snowy landscape, and curling up with a good book in front of the log
fire. And that's it. It has nothing else to recommend it.
Vile Jelly 21 October 2004 21:36
I do? Excrement. If so, that's the first time I can recall it happening on my
burpday. It usually only occurs on my sister's burpday which is exactly a week
before.
What more could you want? That's what I dream of. Snowy St. Ives, fine wine,
fine food, a selection of fine chizzes, vintage port, emmets roasting on the
fire ...
Helen Bristol 22 October 2004 18:17
Only one week? Is this some sort of medical record?
Could be worse I suppose. But surely tiz already a reality.
I'm about to be demoted from my temp post which feels kind of odd. I'm
sure I'll get used to passing the buck again.
Vile Jelly 23 October 2004 11:06
Don't know, I was elsewhere at the time of her birth. 'Course there's always
the possibility that a couple of years intervened as well. Personally I think
there's something quite sinister that, calendar-wise, my siblings and I were
born only 24 days apart. Makes me wonder what the parents were having for
breakfast in Feb/March!
Apart from the ems, I'm afraid. Can't get the damn fire started. No trees in
St. Ives and no coal in Cornwall, so no fuel.
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