Aaaah Autumn...BESH style. Join the MAD and may your loins be fruitful.

[Ariesgirl]

Aaaah Autumn...

Season of jizz and menkul WOOFLing,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing ovaries;
Conspiring with him how to SWI and bless
With baybees the hags that round the thatch eves drink gin run.

Join with us in making this MAD season very fruitful indeed.

Hurrah! As long as my stubble-plains are not touched with rosy hue I shall be happy.

Now then. I assume that, since Keats was infamously tubercular and, furthermore, cannot be prised away from that bonneted hussy Fanny, we can instead have a go on this naughty, naughty fellow when we get miz? Yeah. Yeah, thought so.

He looks like he needs a good seeing to. Into the pit he goes! Cap'n Jack needs a rest in any case.

Yes bring on the MAD and as many Autumnal BESH diffments as can fit in a thread. Nice work Ariele

Where's Salty? I want to know if her gourds are swelling

Is that Lord Byron Pencil (I know nothing of the Romantics, apart from the Desperate ones)? In which case it prolly won't be the current inhabitant of the Pit who is giving the seeing to, if you catch my drift. Might one share his opium?

I reckon one sniff off the BESH and he'll be clambering up out of the pit, grabbing innocent BESHes by their girlish ankles, and setting about deflowering them with ruthless tenderness

(Yes, it is he: mad, bad & dangerous to know )

I'm not sure I want any hags drinking gin round my "thatch" but lovely thread ScaryAriel. Makes me want to make delicious stews, read papers by the fire and go for walks in the woods. I hate to say it but I think Cap'n Jack may have been shagged to death after the last thread.

Sorry to hear about your poorly back Snuffkin. I do hope you aren't nearing SWI time?

I'm proper MAD, me. Etc, etc. Very good and suitably literary, Rie.

What was the diff count for last fred by the way? We should be documenting this to see if correlation between number of diffs and particular themes so as to revisit the most fertile ground.

A spreadsheet anyone? Rather than a pit we could go for a bracing walk on the Mountain of Despair to be cheered by pumpkins or something (daffs not v autumnal).

And for the earthier among us we can take Farmer Giles for a roll in the hay, milkmaid stylee.

Oh yes, Truffkin, back sounds terrible. Hope you're properly dosed up and your boy is administering in person hair strokes and restorative chocolate.

Good Lord! I feel like dressing up as <a class="break-all" href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=219.88.101.105/emma2.gif&imgrefurl=219.88.101.105/i35.html&h=270&w=225&sz=46&tbnid=t8L1VJYt-5guIM:&tbnh=113&tbnw=94&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dlady%2Bemma%2Bhamilton&zoom=1&q=lady+emma+hamilton&hl=en&usg=__HEBuFEiysTKV0D3EYEfMIjK3qSI=&sa=X&ei=mUirTP61LJi8jAeun6DcBw&ved=0CDIQ9QEwBg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">her

Nice thread. I too want to hear tales of Salty's gourds.

I love a bit of Byron, I do.

Posterity will ne'er survey
A nobler grave than this:
Here lie the bones of Castlereagh:
Stop, traveller, and piss.

Plus, I finished my last Finals paper of my last ever university exam on

My pen is at the bottom of a page,
Which being finish'd, here the story ends;
'Tis to be wish'd it had been sooner done,
But stories somehow lengthen when begun.

A feat of which I will always be proud.

Sorry about your back, Trumplestiltskin. Sounds awful!

I like the idea of the Mountain of Despair GG. Where Byron will be waiting to shag us on the purple heather amongst the pumpkins. Or Lucas From Spooks. Or Rhod Gilbert. Any of the above will do.

Sorry Camel. You were Being Intellectual (Blackadder quote) whilst I was posting crudities. I would die of pride if I had finished my last ever final with the above

Rie Your taste is increasingly...um...bizarre eclectic.

Having said that, I'd do all of them as well.

And David Mitchell, with his cold, dead eyes, just like a shark.

I'd go for the other one, Drom. Webb.

I'd also do John Sim, when he was in the Devil's Whore. Bit unsettling that one.

David Mitchell is funny, very funny. But as for shagging him.... I'm going to see Rhod Gilbert soon. I can't wait! I fear I will be overcome by lust though and go running onto the stage like a woman from Benny Hill and have to be escorted from the premises.

Poor old Truffles I really hope it gets better soon and that Mr Truffs looks after you properly (I've heard that posh ice-cream and expensive mags work wonders for all sciatic conditions )

Georgie Boy? I would!

Aha! It's not just me that's noticed David Mitchell's scary cold dead eyes then. Good good, thought I was going a bit odd there.

LadyG I will fight you for the luscious John Sim.

Truffs ouch ouch ouch ouch. Can you drink gin with your painkillers?

Ariel excellent end to previous fred.

I vote that for the MAD we have a rustic hayloft rather than a pit.

It's a mountainside covered with heather and pumpkins and Byron (among others). But on reflection, an apple filled hayloft would be rather nice too. Ooh, I'm coming over all Thomas Hardy.

I've only just found out there's a Flouncer's Corner on MN. Hilarious.

HAHAHAHA! I've just had to see the Doc to get a referral to the MW for my first appointment and the lovely Lady Doc told me that I'm the oldest pregnant woman they've got registered with them! I knew it was an area with a v high rate of teen pgs but that's ridiculous! She then laughed and told me she had her first at 36, so not to worry. TYF's just got home and he can't stop laughing at this - keep calling him Granny Fucker

Oh FFS.

What is this, then? Fucking Droid (ish, bit halfway between ovaltine and pink droid) a full 5 days early. How the feckin feck am I supposed to worl out when I am ovulating? I'm not even maudlin about it, just pissed off that my previously regular clockwork cycles seem to be crazy fools now.

Nice thread btw - anyone fancy a tumble in the hay?

That'll be your fault for not living in Dulwich Village or Hampstead . Granny.

Salts, lock yourself in the hayloft with Byron, or take a turn up the Mountain of Despair with Lucas (Cap'n Jack has died from overuse). We will pelt in gin and fish innards. ARSE :(

Oh poo, Salts. I thought changing freds would have shaken that pesky droid off. Maybe try charting for a bit to help you work out what the feck is going on? Even if it's only for a cycle or too. Sprocket swears by it as do I.