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The Bluestocking Pub: Infinite Cocktails, Questionable Logistics

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MyrtleLion · 16/05/2026 19:56

Welcome to the nth iteration of the Bluestocking women’s pub, where gerbils are staff, the drinks are free, and alcohol has no effect except to get you to the sweet spot just before the drink you really shouldn’t have had.

Men can go to the Staunch Ally next door.

It’s OK if you don’t understand. Just assume everything is normal.

Previous thread is here:

https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/womens_rights/5523989-bluestocking-womens-pub-its-maytime

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Magpiecomplex · 18/05/2026 17:32

Gardenia, Gypsophila, Gazania, Galanthus, Geranium and Gladiolus enjoyed their day in London with me today, although it was a tad on the chilly side. We spotted one of Bessie's relatives and a couple of Hedgy's too.

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The Bluestocking Pub: Infinite Cocktails, Questionable Logistics
AngleofRepose · 18/05/2026 19:24

Noswaith dda, pawb!

I enjoyed the latest installments of Gosie's adventures, and Magpie's pictures of the trip out.

I wasn't at the Bluestocking when @Swashbuckled was, but I'm glad the prospect of a cottage by the sea is bringing you some peace and future happiness, perhaps, at such a difficult time.

Here, we have finally had some proper rain, none of your piddly drizzle or occasional hailstorm. A few more days of this, then it's going to warm up, they say. I hope so, it's bloody freezing! My roses are all blooming now, except for the Alexandre Girault (rambler) which is always late. The blackbird couple still have at least one baby, which has already fledged and can be found at various, dangerous locations throughout the garden, depending on time of day and where the cats are.

Bar gerbils, may I trouble you for a drop of Talisker, neat, please? It feels like that kind of a Monday evening.

AlexandraLeaving · 18/05/2026 20:14

👻Took me a few days to find you. I have been thinking of Swashbucked this weekend and of wafflenose today (it would have been her daughter's 18th - as some of you know, she's been the most recent recipient of a Woolly Hug, which went in the post today). It is nice to catch up with Gosie's exploits. I have been focused primarily on those of Maud, who has brightened our lives considerably in the WH chat, but will be back at the Blue Stocking tomorrow (with many more outfits than when she left).

Slainte to all Blue Stockingers.

And I happily join in with I sing the gerbil.

AsWithGlad · 18/05/2026 20:30

@Magpiecomplex, I had wondered if that was the event you’d meant. ♥️

I’m pleased to see that G-nomes were allowed, too.

MarieDeGournay · 18/05/2026 20:47

AsWithGlad · 18/05/2026 20:30

@Magpiecomplex, I had wondered if that was the event you’d meant. ♥️

I’m pleased to see that G-nomes were allowed, too.

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Ah I get itWink - nice to see so many Bluey relatives were there to keep you company Magpie.

There's an excruciating joke somewhere in there about 'mapping the G-nome' but I won't even attempt it😄

I think we may be sharing the same weather, Angle, it's been proper raining in the east of Ireland, and chilly, and it looks a bit like November😕
And we're due some better weather soon too - not a moment too soon.

AsWithGlad · 18/05/2026 20:52

There's an excruciating joke somewhere in there about 'mapping the G-nome' but I won't even attempt it😄

👍

FuzzyPuffling · 18/05/2026 21:34

I'm glad Maud will be back soon. Will Fawley be visiting us here?

MyrtleLion · 18/05/2026 21:35

Bar gerbils, may I trouble you for a drop of Talisker, neat, please? It feels like that kind of a Monday evening.

My favourite single malt.

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MyrtleLion · 18/05/2026 21:37

So much is happening with Gosie that she would be happy to update you all twice a day at the moment. But that does mean people might get emails and she does not want to irritate.

Do let me know.

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EdithStourton · 18/05/2026 22:02

Chilly here this evening. And I too had to look up 'anaphora'.

I had a lovely walk with B&B this afternoon. I had an errand to run, so put them in the car and walked them on the way back home. We mooched around one of the patches of woodland on our route, crossing one of those footbridges over a ditch very clearly not put in by the Council, but by a farmer. This was one is a single railway sleeper, with a few narrow tree trunks laid alongside it that look suspiciously rotten. The sleeper itself is solid, but very slightly tilted after years of the ditch banks slowly subsiding. You put your foot on it, and the angle makes you feel that you're already just on the brink of falling into the foetid green water of unknown depth lurking just below you. There is also nothing to hang onto. So after a hesitant start, I skipped very quickly over and off.

We came back towards the car along a track between fields. On one side there was well-grown wheat, just into the ear where the sun was on it, but not quite there where shaded by trees. On the other, spring barley, with more wheat in the distance behind an irregular row of trees. Above us, two, possibly three, skylarks singing their hearts out. I watched one of them, a little black shape against the perfect blue of the sky between the perfect Constable clouds.

Batshit chose this moment to completely change the mood. She was ranging about out on the barley and winded a pheasant, pointed him briefly, ran over, flushed him, chased him as he flew off ('BATSHIT! NO!') but sat on the whistle. 'Alright, off you go...' And she ran a big gleeful circle, returned to where she'd flushed the cock bird, sniffed around with much delight and then raced back, to bound across the track and back again in front of Brains practically shouting, 'I found a pheasant! I found a pheasant! You di-id no-ot. Ner-ner ne-ner NER!'

Brains didn't do much as break her stride. She got her own back a few hundred yards on, going on point on our side of the ditch at something just across it. She knows that you don't have to waste energy charging at pheasants. You just play Jedi mind games, sending pointer-dog vibes over the airwaves until you rattle poor bird so much that it gets up. And just as Batshit noticed that Brains was onto something, up went the second cock bird of the afternoon, pushed out of his sunbathing spot by an unmoving dog eight or ten feet from him. Brains glanced at me to make sure that I'd noticed and appreciated her skill, then shook herself almost imperceptibly and trotted off past Batshit: That, you idiot, is how it's done.

Batshit, of course, was impervious. See that! Another pheasant! Cool, huh? And off she gambolled, in Brains's wake.

EdithStourton · 18/05/2026 22:03

MyrtleLion · 18/05/2026 21:37

So much is happening with Gosie that she would be happy to update you all twice a day at the moment. But that does mean people might get emails and she does not want to irritate.

Do let me know.

I'm torn... I love catching up with her adventures, but that might speed the story to its end.

SionnachRuadh · 18/05/2026 22:03

I quite fancy a drop of Bruichladdich, though I can't thole it very often.

It's been a stressful few weeks, and I'm relying on vintage fillums to keep me going.

EdithStourton · 18/05/2026 22:07

I hope the stress reduces, @SionnachRuadh

SionnachRuadh · 18/05/2026 22:13

Well, it's been far too long since I've seen Down to Earth, which I still maintain is Rita Hayworth's finest hour.

It's mostly forgotten now, and its 1980 loose remake Xanadu is remembered as a cautionary tale of why straight men shouldn't be allowed to dabble in disco music.

SionnachRuadh · 18/05/2026 22:26

Also, this may be the YouTube advertising algorithm sensing my low mood, but there's a wee cuddy keeps popping up on my screen and offering to come round to my house with a copy of the Book of Mormon.

She seems nice, I could probably do with some spiritual sustenance, but I've already got a copy and I don't fancy giving up tea.

MyrtleLion · 18/05/2026 22:27

EdithStourton · 18/05/2026 22:03

I'm torn... I love catching up with her adventures, but that might speed the story to its end.

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This is only the first chronicle following her French trip, which was a prélude...

Plenty more to discover once she works out what's going on in the seed smuggling fraternity sorority.

Maybe The Margrave is a nemesis, like The Master or Moriarty. A dénouement but The Margrave lives to fight another day...

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LazyFoxy · 18/05/2026 22:29

Evening, change of name; there are a few posters with similar names to some of my usernames. Needed something different
I think I'll take a small perrier with lemon please bar gerbil.
I didn't know Swashbuckled (great name) but am sorry to hear of the anniversary of her loss.
I do pop in to WoolyHugs now and again. One day I will contribute to this fantastic project

ErrolTheDragon · 18/05/2026 22:33

Let’s see how many shades of sea MN will let me post…

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The Bluestocking Pub: Infinite Cocktails, Questionable Logistics
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The Bluestocking Pub: Infinite Cocktails, Questionable Logistics
MyrtleLion · 18/05/2026 22:33

Welcome LazyFoxy! And Welcome back!

A small perrier with lemon on its way.

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Chickadeeinme · 18/05/2026 22:43

I do love Edith's stories of Brains and Batshit :-)

LazyFoxy · Yesterday 00:13

Cheers Gerbils! That looks luscious 😉

MyrtleLion · Yesterday 00:20

@ChristmasStars made tea while Gosie spread the copied manifests across the farmhouse table for the third time that day.

The black cat moved carefully, stars glinting softly across her fur whenever the sunlight caught them. Outside, beyond the kitchen windows, the flat fen landscape stretched away beneath enormous pale skies.

“You’re looking at routes,” ChristmasStars said eventually.

“I am looking at routes.”

“No,” said ChristmasStars. “You’re looking at movement. That’s different.”

Gosie stopped writing.

That sentence landed somewhere important.

ChristmasStars reached across the table and tapped one claw lightly against the silver star symbol.

“This mark doesn’t identify where something ends up,” she said. “It identifies trusted transfers. People. Places. Systems that won’t ask questions.”

“That’s what I thought.”

ChristmasStars nodded.

Then she added:

“The western routes use birds.”

Gosie looked up sharply.

“Birds?”

“Not metaphorically,” said ChristmasStars. “Actual birds.”

Pause.

Then Gosie’s ears lifted slightly.

“Oh.”

ChristmasStars waited.

“Oh no.”

“Yes,” said ChristmasStars quietly.

“Puffins.”

Now the cat smiled properly.

Gosie stared at her.

“Fuzzy.”

“Yes.”

There was a long silence while several increasingly strange conversations from the past few weeks abruptly rearranged themselves into something much worse.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

“Afraid not.”

ChristmasStars crossed to the dresser and returned with an old folded postcard showing steep cliffs crowded with seabirds above a grey Atlantic sea.

On the back, in neat handwriting, were only four words:

WEST LIGHT STILL ACTIVE

No signature.

But beneath the writing sat the same tiny silver star.

Gosie looked at it for a long moment.

Then:

“Lundy.”

ChristmasStars inclined her head once.

“The western observation chains run along the coast,” she said. “Harbour watchers. Lighthouse keepers. Fishing crews. Migratory timings. Weather reports. Things people ignore because they think nobody important is watching.”

“And the puffins?”

“The puffins,” said ChristmasStars carefully, “see absolutely everything.”

That was not, on balance, reassuring.

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ChristmasStars · Yesterday 06:21

I'm so proud to have been able to help Gosie with my words of wisdom!

@FuzzyPuffling it's all down to you and your kin.

FuzzyPuffling · Yesterday 07:37

We have always been ready Stars. People call us the "Clowns of the sea"....if only they knew the truth.

ChristmasStars · Yesterday 07:52

Never underestimate a puffin, eh?

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