The Gisborne Institute of Broadsword Polishing and Leather Lustering

[SupermassiveLBD]

Motto: Honi soit qui mal y pense

Master Classes available in:

Smouldering
Stompy boot wearing
Pointy weapon waving, and the effective deployment thereof
Exotic equestrianism
Imperatives
and The cause and alleviation of damsels' distress (Godwyves also welcome)

::staggers in::

::looks for Chateau Gizzy::

::keels over::

Get Carter? I got Carter.

I alway thought Carter looked so familiar, Maud, but I am still none the wiser

No, it didn't help me much either. I saw Housewife 49 and so would have caught him in that, but otherwise I don't think I've seen him in anything other than RH. But at least we've now got a name to go with the face.

? It's been that kind of week.

Don't mind if do. Your very good health

Though I really mustn't grumble, it was not a bad week for me.

I've finished mine but , cheers!

Virtual Gizzy never finishes though, LadyD. The same goes for the Polish Cordial.

And the bonus of the virtual variety is the lack of hangover!

::clinks virtual glasses with Massive and LadyD::

Will LordD be sober enough to drive the digger tomorrow? Or perhaps he could just supervise while that nice Mr Humphrey Repton carries out the work.

Oh blimey, I had forgotten the estate alterations. Can you be done for being drunk in charge of a digger?

You can be done for being drunk in charge of a ride-on lawnmower if you take it out onto the street.

::avid reader of local newspapers emoticon::

I'm watching The Gods of 70s Romance (or whatever it's called) and guess who's on now? .

LordD had jolly well better be sober enough to drive the digger tomorrow, Maud.

I am envisaging a comfortable cose with Mr Repton in the morning room to finalise the planting design.

I don't think the avenue is designated a public road so he should be okay.

I bet the video on your version aren't quite as pleasing as those in that link, Maud!

Ah, the BWWMD, it's ages since i'd seen that.

LadyD, you may need to furnish yourself with a nice stiff drink before opening that link, or your ovaries will blast off, reach escape velocity and head on out of the solar system altogether.

To boldly go and all that

Too late, Massive. If you look up now you'll probably see them passing through the stratosphere.

Oh, look, shooting stars. Make a wish everyone.

I cannot think what you mean, LadyD

::gibbers::

::wonders::

Is that a meteorite shower or the massed ovaries of a thousand Academicians and associated lurkers hurtling towards the skies?

Argh. Massive said it first.

Uh, Houston, we have a problem.

Did we really dream up the same drivel have the same witty thought, Maudie?

Oh no! They're being drawn inexorably into a .

Oh it's so pretty, the massed ovaries hurtling spacewards.

::watches admiringly::

It's a good job I've finished with mine.

You've taken your tinfoil hat off, haven't you, Massive? I am reading your thoughts.

Gol-darn it, I thought it'd be okay to pop it off it for a minute, I get so hot, wearing it, at times.
Especially in the daytime, when the rays of the sun are reflected from it in more than oriental splendour.