to say that you've gorn and done it again, IPOAT?

[Hullygully]

Weddings.

We.end.with.weddings.

Not monkey shit.

Insane People on a Thread.

Sad to have missed your post, hulls. Sure it was a good 'un.

You are all vair lovely.

But I don't deserve your sympathy, I let my standards slip. But never mind, I am buckling up me trunk and slipping on my travelling frock, although I confess I am a little greenish round the gills before even starting.

Gibb, so soryy about your Dad, you didn't post that here, did you?

Fingers and not wires crossed.

Sorry I didn't come back and reply yesterday. I had to stage a full-scale UN-style peacekeeping intervention between warring boys, complete with the Wooden Spoon of Negotiation.

Pag you are a lush compared to me. One glass andI'm gone (pathetic but cheap date)

Gibbon - sorry about your dad ........

< waves to everyone, including lurkers >

I was preparing to walz in vienna but when i return I will happily pack my trunk for foreign climes. Will there be pirates? will there be rum? grass skirts? coconuts? swashing and buckling.
Cross fingers for your dad Gibby.

Actually, upon not very mature reflection, I realsie that I feel guilty for the ignorant moron comment NOT the deleted wotsit at all.

I stand by that.

I shall not speak of it again.

Hullster you must PM me the deleted comment so I can share in the outrage that is was deleted.

Don't feel bad for the ignorant moron comment. We have all said/typed things we regret afterwards. Let us send these comments to the high cyber collective of regret with love and watch them fade into binary code (it paints a pretty picture in my head, even if it makes no sense at all)

Thank you all for well wishes for Dad - let's hope it is something innocuous and I can breathe a huge sigh of relief.

I think we do need to get away somewhere as the good captain said. Has been far too long and I fear I will bore you all so much with my black clouds of doom, that all of your tits will shrivel up and fall off and I cannot have that on my conscience.

'nuff now Hully. You are forgiven or will it be the hair shirt and the birches for a bit of flogging.. you know you like it. Sorry couldn't resist. Hugs really.

I don't know what your deleted comment was either. I can live with that

It's upthread you ninnies:

"I simply wondered if it wasn't a bit dark for Her to see what with her head being so far up her own arse."

See, it was terribly minor.

But enough! Let us buckle our swashes and load up our cutlasses.

I shall also mostly be eating the chocs I have just bought for dh for Valentines as they are calling to me with their siren choccy voices.

I was thinking we could make a stop at the old hall. For a reunion of sorts. I would like to hold a memorial service for Gerald. It's been 10 (cyber soap) years since his passing and I would like to commemorate the occasion.

No doubt many of us will gather. New faces and old. Maybe past grudges will rear their head and old loves rekindle? All I know is that I owe it to darling Gerald to remember his tragic passing. No better place than the Great Hall.

I am off now to pen an ode to Gerald. Perhaps you could all prepare some interpretive dance to perform as I read it at the service?

Oh, Gerald!

Digs out the jet jewellery. Whispers behind black lace fan( erm who was Gerald again, that I might properly mourn his passing.
And damn you Hully I now have to have chocolate.

Ah dear Gerald, Mini, was a Very Special Guinea Pig, sadly squashed underfoot during somewhat murky circumstances

We need Widow, keeper of the IPOAT Scrolls, to help us out.

Was he, ahem....preserved? mayherestinpeace.

WIDOW? Widow is not keeper of the scrolls, tis I!

Never Mind!

Are we adventuring again?

I feel in need of adventure that does not involve boys sucking your face off for two hours then emailing you to say they won't see you again because it "was too full on"

Whaaaa?

Am massively appalled on your behalf, madam. (As well as wildly envious)

I think I'd recall the circumstances of Gerald's passing much better had I not blocked it out. Too painful, you understand. And dear Lydia throwing herself on the pyre like that...true love and no mistake.

So shall we meet again at the Hall? I look so very fetching in black

Thank you. Mistress Cheerful....he was a very splendid kisser. Just clearly as mad as a bucket of frogs....

Lydia...Lydia...

Name familiar but the rest is shrouded in the murk and mists.

Mimi, I apologise with due reverence and humbleness - altho isn't it often Widow who remembers quite the most astonishing things? Unlike myself, who apparently remembrs nothing.

Where are we at on the men front?

I believe dear Gerald was a hamster rather than a guinea pig? And dear Lydia was the same of that ilk?

Guinea Pig? Guinea Pig?

Darling Gerald was my hamster

Hully Killed him.

Oh god.

Early onset indeed.

Did I kill him? I don't remember