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@sceptical guy wrote:
dangling keys to the cupboard as a lady’s voice fomr inside can be heard screaming for port
*tries to look concerned
I like the “lady’s” term but you could look slightly more concerned and slip me in a glass of port i won’t tell if you won’t 8)
@toybulldog wrote:
looked all over the supermarket for a . . . . .strong, manly, black font . . . . . . . to no avail.
Can I not just pop in proudly with some sense of irony, the ghostly banshee cries of aborted babies, and a packet of frozen peas ?
Why must it all be about presentation with you masculine types ?
. . . . pops out just as proudly :lol:
The Joseph Barrow or, more recently, Wesley Snipes font is not compulsory, but has become a convention among some the more corporate members.
But as gentlemen, we pride ourselves on masculinity without machismo. We do make allowances for some of the more Outward Bound types.
Fortunately for our less exclusive brethren, when our club was founded, their love dared not speak its name, so our constitution has never restricted such involvements. We celebrate the popping out of members past and present at the annual Alfred Douglas Dinner (19th May).
Unfortunately, during Edwardian times, the Club introduced noise abatement regulations which specifically forbid any kind of banshee except on All Hallows eve when Father Ryan O’Paisley pops in for the annual exorcism.
Leave your peas at reception and I’m sure they’ll find their way into a kedgeree, or get mushed for the Friday Fish Fry.
Finally, as the last bastion of Harris Tweed, Oxford Brogues and the Full Windsor knot, presentation is all.
ta
@(f)politics? wrote:
@sceptical guy wrote:
dangling keys to the cupboard as a lady’s voice fomr inside can be heard screaming for port
*tries to look concerned
I like the “lady’s” term but you could look slightly more concerned and slip me in a glass of port i won’t tell if you won’t 8)
suddenly worried about said lady’s survival, and concerned in case I get the blame for her remains beng found in a couple of yrs time, hands a glass of water and a slice of bread and butter to a grabby pair of hands, closing the door quickly. A sense of compassion has leds me to dunk a little of the bread in port, so she will be grateful.
Dwat, the port’s got butter in it now. *pours port down the sink, hoping nobody notices
and what Gentlemen’s Club can be male without Match of the Day..and this is the best Match of the Day I’ve seen..
I identify with Albert Schweitzer, as I am a good guy…and he knows how to do the runs…
@sceptical guy wrote:
suddenly worried about said lady’s survival, and concerned in case I get the blame for her remains beng found in a couple of yrs time, hands a glass of water and a slice of bread and butter to a grabby pair of hands, closing the door quickly. A sense of compassion has leds me to dunk a little of the bread in port, so she will be grateful.
Dwat, the port’s got butter in it now. *pours port down the sink, hoping nobody notices
Oh Dear Scep!
I do hope that wasn’t the ’94 Quinta do Vesuvio (a passable glugging vintage). I’m so glad we kept the Special vintages under double lock (2 keys, 3 passwords, keyholders to always travel separately).
Rest assured Mathers has always ensured that whoever enters the club leaves unscathed, I’m sure Ms F_Pol is well fed and looked after, food, clothing, entertainment etc. and probably enjoying a break away from her day-to-day responsibilities. Worry not mon frere.
it says Sainsbury’s 1812..or is that the time it was bought?/
holding it upside down to check it as it pours over my boots…
*hearing cries of pain from inside the cupboard, a lady’s voice swearing she’s a foot fetishist, please
@wordsworth60 wrote:
The Joseph Barrow or, more recently, Wesley Snipes font is not compulsory, but has become a convention among some the more corporate members.
But as gentlemen, we pride ourselves on masculinity without machismo. We do make allowances for some of the more Outward Bound types.
Fortunately for our less exclusive brethren, when our club was founded, their love dared not speak its name, so our constitution has never restricted such involvements. We celebrate the popping out of members past and present at the annual Alfred Douglas Dinner (19th May).
Unfortunately, during Edwardian times, the Club introduced noise abatement regulations which specifically forbid any kind of banshee except on All Hallows eve when Father Ryan O’Paisley pops in for the annual exorcism.
Leave your peas at reception and I’m sure they’ll find their way into a kedgeree, or get mushed for the Friday Fish Fry.
Finally, as the last bastion of Harris Tweed, Oxford Brogues and the Full Windsor knot, presentation is all.
Very impressive.
Go on admit it – you used to be the Chair/manager/head honcho in a club like this real life.
:D
Has anyone seen Poli??? Wonders if I should organise a search party?
Goes off shouting … Poli… Poli :shock:
not me, Mrs T :^o
love your avatars… :-
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