To issue a siren and sound a klaxon for those of us that once played together across the boards

[Hullygully]

Perhaps I am...but where are they now?

Come hither lamented playmates and fill my heart with joy and laughter.

I actually wrote that song but it was nicked off me.

Fuckers.

BoF, I scroll down thinking made up bullshit, attention seeking, don't know, don't care, don't believe it, oh god not this again.

It's depressing.

I do cheer up immensely when you post Bof, but I know what you mean

If you want to lure Showy, try starting a thread about WWII defences, with this picture as bait.

She will not be able to resist....

Ooh, is that the secret, Rusty? What is our position on disused thingy towers then?

"What is our position on disused thingy towers?"

Very uncomfortable, I would think.

But to Showy, they are things of beauty.

Hi hully, 'tis Jamie here

Jamie! The very devil!

I too am subject to the don't care, don't care, don't cares.

But there did used to be the odd little laugh lurking amongst them, back when we were allowed to MAKE STUFF UP

Not quite a whisper

And Fliify!

There is a Ball you know, in honour of yore.

Am I olde enough for ye oldene Netters of Mumme? I miss you more than you miss me, Hully, of that I am sure.

I can't commit to the ball but I wanted to say hello. It would have been a quiche Huzzah1 and then out again, leaving the narrative all gone to cock

That was going to have scansion & ting, but the cat came and bit my leg.

quiche???? I meant to type "quick" but that came out by accident. Ironic

or rather, apposite

Hello garlic dear. At least you always keep garlic in yur moniker

Not old but waves anyway

Late to the thread; but Hi, Hully!

Have you been away hully?

And I forgot to say Hi to everyone else

I decamped to Twitter and then just, well, decamped.

Len will know who I am though.

Hello Fru

You mean you haven't noticed Newt? How very dare thee

Evening all

Fings ain't wot it used to be, that's for sure

But then I've never been missed anywhere [wank]

I can't be doing with twitter. Too verbose.

I tried that twitter but I can't get the hang of it. Is everyone I miss on there

barsratds

I don't do FB and then I don't get invited to things, or see people's pictures of their clematis, or their maaarvelous Barcelona Hotel room. I need to get with the programme

I too remember the days when making stuff up was just having a laugh and not being a troll.

I managed to miss the while flouncing of moldies by moving house and not having internet for a couple of weeks. Can you imagine what it was like to come back and find that the moldies had gone?

Like coming back from holiday to find that someone broke into your house and Lawrence Llewelyn Bowened it without your permission.