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Now that we’ve all discussed the rules of when to wear our best bib and tucker (although I’m more confused than I was) and since the ladies of the JC branch of the W.I always seem to employ guerrilla tactics and raid our gaff anyways, it might be a good idea to have an official ladies’ day.

We just need to get some half-pint glasses, sweep the dirt under the bear skin rug that Grand Master Words shot on safari and put a sign on the broom cupboard to make a makeshift ladies’ powder room. Oh, we might have to hold Panda back, we all know that she might kick off a bit, but other than that… Or is this a bad a idea?

[rusty trawler]

That’s my second transgression.

I’d hate to be slung out by my ears by our Sergeant-at-Arms, whoever that might be (word on the street is Panda is fairly decent in a bout of fistycuffs). And so shortly after having taken my pledge of allegiance, too.

Nuff said, founding member peps. Butch, bold, bulky, blocky text for here on in.

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@wordsworth60 wrote:

Anyway, it’s about time we started discussing chaps’ things. In a quest for sartorial significance, a buddy and I have recently started sporting cravats. On occasions this has made some impact, especially when topped off with a suitable hat.

What’s your view on ties (bow or straight) and cravats?

Should a chap wear a fancy hat indoors on dress occasions or should the tradition of hats for outdoors only be maintained?

Whilst traversing the daily rigours of life the consummate gentleman takes pains to ensure the he is always properly attired for the occasion he currently occupies.

Our modern counterparts may consider sartorial rules merely exist to be disregarded, but the true gentleman needs to be steadfast in his adherence to elegant living. Besides, those young ne’er do wells also believe embarrassing moments where one is overcome by concupiscence can be satiated through the electronic medium of the internet and that current popular beat combos like The Kings of Leon or Swedish House Mafia are somehow superior to the late great Matt Monro. In short, we can safely ignore their admiration for skinny jeans and day-glo colours whilst we continue to enjoy the benefits of a good Harris tweed.

However the cravat as everyday neckwear is an increasingly moot question. Whilst the dandy or the landed gentry of yesteryear could confidently wear a cravat without fear of question from their peers, the modern gentleman must strike a note of caution unless he is happy to be mistaken for an elderly ladies’ hairdresser or a member of the Terry Thomas fan club (not that there is anything to be ashamed of with regards to the latter).

The courteous man will always acknowledge that there are a few hard and fast rules regarding the when and how to wear a hat.

Almost without exception, hats should never be worn indoors, unless, of course, your paramour has a fondness for men in uniform, in which case when you have negotiated visitation of her boudoir, midst the throes of passion, it is expected that you don the admiral’s bicorn, throw caution to the wind, think of England and, to paraphrase a modern-day utterance, do one’s duty whilst admiring the booty.

Baseball caps of any description should only be worn when accompanied by a baseball bat and preferably only when frequenting visiting American relatives in need of home comforts.

I’m sure all the members of this fine establishment need not to be reminded that that a gentleman always has a handkerchief at the ready for a damsel in distress, but it seemed rather germane to mention the point here.

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@mrs_teapot wrote:

Poooo…. what a mucky smelly old place this is… smells of sweaty socks and half eaten manky takeaways… … spots a rat making a nest in the corner …. makes a hasty retreat to the ladies club….so much better… fresh flowers…. and the smell of bacon sandwiches and fresh coffee emanating from a sparkly clean kitchen…. go on guys you can admit it,,,, you miss us,,,, you really do :D

Did someone say bacon?

[rusty trawler]

BTW, still laughing at caterwailing. A fine choice of word, Brother Scep. I’m sure there are lots of other suitable words that I would gladly us to describe the women folk whilst strategically behind the safe, fortified walls of our venerable institution.

[rusty trawler]

LMAO

You make a fine point Brother Scep.

those girls might have burnt their undergarments back in the day as a blatant gesture of women’s lib, but it’s us blokes who are truly open to the fairer sex.

[rusty trawler]

Comrades,

Looks like the madamoiselles over yonder have found their second wind and are swiftly catching us up.

You know what they are like when they get something wrong, imagine how bad they are when they are actually right or even worse winning.

I think we ought to stop scratching our nether regions, move said backside from said redolent leather sofas, stop fannying about in a complacent manner and redouble our collective efforts.

[rusty trawler]

@kent f OBE wrote:

I refuse to be the frikking cleaner! I would rather be a Pole Dancer :lol:

multi-task…. you women are good at it apparently

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@Ang47 Wales wrote:

Hello everyone.

This post made me think about Christmas, so here goes.

I dont want anything and that is true,
I just want to live my life i really do,
When everyone around me is in total panic,
Il be making sure that life around me is not manic.
But when Christmas day arrives and you are at home,
Think of some people that will be spending Chrismas alone.
When the New Year arrives, and mistakes are fogotten,
Leave the past behind as it can make you feel rotten.
So this leaves me to mention promise yourself something.
But remember this thought, empty promises mean nothing.

Just remember to have a happy Christmas and i hope that what you need or desire in you’re life arrives for you.

I think I’d like an Ang for Xmas. They sound lovely.

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