Our Girl and Captain James Addicts Part XIX

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The CJ Collective "Sophisticated Silliness"

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Ben Aldridge
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Lacey Turner
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Me too jen! Supposed to have left five mins ago and DH just got in the shower!!!! Really!!!!!!!?! I'm not in the best mood at the moment! Going to get the kids in the car, and wait .... Gggggggrrrrrrrrr!

Still, lovely sunshine :)

Sunny but windy here. I've got a lovely day off hurrah! Dodged the footy tournament, blagged a lift for the training and no other drop-offs to do. Unfortunately it leaves the coast clear for housework that's not been done in about three months. My DS thinks it's funny to write his name in the dust. Suppose it's progress on the swear words my eldest DS was telling him to write...

Cup of Rosabaya and a bacon sandwich are the order of the day to start with I feel. Then maybe a read of the last three days papers. Dunno why I'm still buying them, I never get round to reading them thanks to this thread

Morning! Just de-lurking briefly before work. I hesitate to say this given the result last time I mentioned topics under the discussions of the day tab but I couldn't help but notice "Weird things - your body does". Orphanand woof I'm sure you could make a few eyes pop out on there if you recounted a some of your iron curtain gymnastic exploits! Keep up the madness ladies.

P.S. Hello to kelly

pixie did you enjoy the gymnastics teacher yesterday? Or rather I should say I very much enjoyed him, thank you. I helped him limber up with a few tricks I learnt from the East Germany male gymnastic squad at Montreal '76. Any yelps from behind the pommel horse you may have heard, were purely cries of delight as he discovered the side splits weren't beyond him after all.

Hey woof this lovely sunshine reminds me of the road trip we took in France many years ago. Remember day after day of sampling the vin rouge, cheeses and monsieurs? Your command of the French language was a life saver: soixante-neuf came in handy on so many occasions.

Ahh, that explains why he wasn't there orphan, probably still in hiding/recovery. I had to make do with the other bloke who isn't my cup of tea and wears baggy shorts

Oh dear pixie I may have pushed him onto advanced moves before he was ready. It's easy to forget that not everyone is the top level athlete that I am.

That's understandable orphan, it's easy to forget he's still young especially when you're staring at his crotch

Oops I think you'll find that may have been my fault pix After orph had finished pummeling the horse, I helped him get the crash mats out of the cupboard but unfortunately the mats somehow fell out of my grasp and barricaded us in the cupboard for the whole session. He did put up a good fight but was simply not strong enough to withstand my iron grip thighs.

It was a real shame he wasn't there, I'd even brought along some baked goods to subliminallytempt him

Ah yes orph that French Road Trip is firmly engrained in my memory and it's true, much French language was learned through copious use of many French letters as I recall. Should we mention the hitch-hike to Nice when we were picked up by the team bus full of U21 Dordogne Boules champions? You did your usual showstopper of juggling their boules all at the same time, chuckle. They were very impressed and wanted an encore, whereupon I stepped in and finished off with a full toss of every single boule on board. Happy days...

Ooh pix shame he wasn't there to admire those buns as he was munching on mine at the time

Oh woof the memories are flooding back now. How friendly and welcoming everyone was.That gentleman we met in the boulangerie in Bergerac one morning - he invited you to have a nibble of his fresh baguette, I remember. I must admit it was impressive; it nearly took my eye out when he turned round.

Of course I think it was your très chic style that bowled him over. That combination of crocs, fishnets and a beret worn at a rakish angle really was eye-catching. The curly, waxed moustache was a sublime finishing touch.

Not to mention the pong of my garlic after eating juicy l'escargots open-mouthed. My breath was a bit oniony too

The speed with which you winkled those escargots out was alarming woof and I seem to recall you loved a French sausage for your breakfast. As for the time we spent helping with the grape harvest at that château in Bergerac, there was barely a grape that didn't make it into your mouth, no matter how wrinkly or sour. Your appetite and stamina is truly astonishing.

I don't think dear Ian appreciated it however when you flambéed his crêpes, no matter how many times we said it was an accident and minor plastic surgery would take care of it. He really could be a bit uptight at times.

I know, sigh, sadly I think that was the beginning of the end of our passionate relationship with dear Ian, orph , he never was quite the same man after his crepes were incinerated. Plus of course he was barely any use to me after that so I moved on to dear Dennis Waterman thanks to the hallucinatory drugs I was taking at the time, thinking he was a Robert Redford lookalike. After rehab of course, I moved on to Martin Shaw and that lovely shaggy perm.

Oh yes, those hallucinogens... In your quest for a Robert Redford lookalike, didn't you ambush Rod Hull in his back passage? It was a dreadful shock for you once the drugs had worn off and Emu had to be completely refeathered.

Now I know why I'm enjoying this Hazel Osmond book so much - it's already mentioned reinforced gussets and trimming one's ladygarden.

To be fair it was an honest mistake in 1971 to think Rod Hull was Rod Stewart in his Maggie May heyday. With hindsight emu should've been the giveaway but I just thought it was part of the hairstyles at the time. Plus of course I was high as a kite and thought I was a Tartan Groupie.

Hmm, but how do you explain your intimate encounter with Keith Harris and Orville then? Did you really think you could keep the photos and poetry you sent a secret? By the way, I admire the way you rhymed 'duck'...

But woof in the verse about the key to your heart, perhaps you could have found a different word to rhyme with 'lock'.

Of course you already know orph that my poetry was the inspiration behind that Orville classic "I Wish I Could Fly" but it was rather cleaned up for a family audience and for obvious reasons some of the lyrics had to be changed slightly, hence 'fly', 'duck' and 'lock' were inserted in the title and key choruses rather than my rhymes. Not sure if my version released later by the Sex Pistols in 1977 is still available on YouTube. Of course by that time I'd moved on to Ray Allen and Lord Charles as I'd become disenchanted with my drug-induced primal animal phase after that incident with Chuckles in the Worksop Labour Club.

Yes, I think your years of intensive therapy woof finally unearthed the underlying reason for your attraction to animal puppets: the rather sordid incident with the Clangers which ended with you being evicted from Broadcasting House and having your TV licence revoked. It still astounds me how you managed to do what you did with the swanee whistle I do hope the new reworking of the Clangers isn't going to bring up traumatic memories. I know you can't pass a pink knitted jumper without having flashbacks.