Goodnight. Off to bed now. Help yourself to a drink. Put the money in the tin marked 'Bill's Personal Cash'.
So, is the nuthouse ready yet?
@al**bear wrote:
Hey! Thanks for that, Al. That's the best idea yet ~ the punters fetching US drinks! Consider yourself Kudoed!
@Anonymous wrote:So, is the nuthouse ready yet?
Yep! Only to nutcases. Here's your coffee then.
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I'm sorry, but the photograph on the previous page bears no resemblance to the frontage of this edifice. In fact I thought I'd stumbled across a derelict tenement block on the outskirts of Glasgow at best, at worst Logs's caravan.
*looks up Trading Standards*
@electric*mayhem*band wrote:I'm sorry, but the photograph on the previous page bears no resemblance to the frontage of this edifice. In fact I thought I'd stumbled across a derelict tenement block on the outskirts of Glasgow at best, at worst Logs's caravan.
*looks up Trading Standards*
The frontage? Have you seen the 'backage' and the 'sideages'? There aren't any. We're using the original photograph for effect until refurbishments are completed. And while I'm on the subject ~ how much will you be donating towards the repairs? Hello? Hello? He's gone! Typical!
'trips up Trading Standards bloke*
Did someone mention donations ? Thought not. Must be hearing things......
Meanwhile, for those unfamiliar with what Logs's caravan looks like, see below.
Brace yourselves...
@bill-xxx wrote:
No flowers. He once had heather in that garden though.
(Slight amendment to quotation for which I apologise). EMB.
Yes, he used to traipse up and down the Lanes in Brighton selling it for a tenner a bunch, and telling everyone it was lucky. Well lucky for him when daft American tourists bought it.
@bill-xxx wrote:
*Shoves in latest cassette*
Anything on that cassete by Cole Porter ? Not the Cole Porter, a Coal Porter ?
*kicks recalcitrant 't' underneath a table*
This place is eerily silent. Is everyone in bed with their cocoa and a Barbara Cartland novel ? I don't mean in here, but the Roundy Table in general. Last post from Ms Seaside at 10.30 pm.
Plenty of sound in here though. Water dripping through the holes in the roof, deathwatch beetle in the wainscot, and armies of rats scurrying around.
*shudders, puts anorak hood up, and leaves through the nearest hole in the wall*
