think we need a party!! how about a canal trip?

I'm not into cricket, if that is what you are celebrating, but I am an avid tennis watcher and if that great sportsman Rafa Nadal is on I am glued to the tv with a nice glass of something in my hand.

However pleased for you something good has happened on the pitch.

269 not out! Break out the Pymms!

Faggots and mushy peas...NK...sublime, with thick gravy. Cherish the memory!

lol cant just rem that one..but I can imagine it lol.

Papaoscar I used to like faggots with mushy peas as a child, but they are far too high in cholesterol now - sigh.

Bikergran do you remember Rodney and Del Boy bought a consignment of blow up dolls and they all inflated in the van ? Lol.

NK, I had a young colleague who could manage TWO of those magnificent midlands roast beef sandwiches back to back. I could only ever manage one but the memory lingers on. Not to mention that the High Priestess has ruled them out of order anyway due to their inherent fat, salt and calories etc. Those were the days!

NanaKate party away oh heck Ladybird soz you missed it...we were going to just drift down the canal all week until Friday...the barge is still free (due back in Liverpool Friday) so do hop on board anyone that's passing..you will find instructions under the the toaster in the kitchen. the paracetomol are in the top cupboard (you may need these at some time and the Alka Saltzer) most of the locals are pretty friendly and will let you use their facilities (but they draw the line at you using their menfolk so please take heed...some are not as friendly and see the GNetters as a threat wonder what they have heard
apparently we are a rum lot and out for whatever we can grab especially "silver haired surfers" you will find their men folk locked away in the cellars,
Oh if anyone sees my "inflatable friends" can you deflate them and shove them under the bunk. I'v no! idea where they have disappeared to! the last I saw them..was NanaKate dancing round with them she can get a bit greedy I have a feeling she has led them astray

Although I love to hear the sound of Brummies as I feel back home, as a child I had a very bad stammer and had to have speech therapy to sort me out and I ended up with nothing accent.

However, for about 15 years I was a professional speaker giving talks around the south of England, no one picked up where my roots were. I'm not sure I would have got all the engagements I did, if my accent had been Brummie.

Hope you enjoyed your pork supper Papaoscar.

So, NK, a Brummie loose in the sarf! Are y'awlroyt then, or have you lost the polished accent of the midlands? I could do with a nice thick roast pork batch just now with sage and onion stuffing, apple sauce and cracklin'.

You've just missed such a weekend party that makes anything Prince Harry gets up to look like a convent outing !!

I am planning another do in a few weeks. That is if Bikergran doesn't come up with another great idea (this all started from her invitation), or someone else in the Gransnetters.

Mine involves clothes, food, cross-dressing for any male company and a few bevies. Who says us southern softies can't party.

Tiny secret - even though I live in the sarf I am a Brummie and proud of it.

Something will be happening again soon ladybird....

whoops !!!!!!!! has this already taken place, I have been out on my allotment in the rain, I think that maybe the rain has 'gotten' into my brain, can't fully register what I am reading. da.............

sounds bloody marvellous, trouble is where o where would I be picked up, nearest canal to me is Godalming,......... will you be visiting this area,
here's......... hoping
x

Grapevines LIE.

I don't drink beer.

and how has papaoscar forgotten being handcuffed and locked in the 'storecupboard'........? I never heard that he was released either.....

Sounds like you had a wonderful time, sorry to have missed it. Overdid the wedding sadly and have been suffering ever since. Nothing a good night's sleep won't cure, it is just a case of getting the good night's sleep! Anyway I did manage to retrieve my memory foam sleeping bag, but 'who's been sleeping in my bed?'

Alie I don't think you remember much! by the sound of it I believe you wrote your mobile number on all the bus stops!!

At the next Hoolie, can Papaoscar borrow your biker's outfit Bikergran ?
He will no doubt swap with you his bib and tucker.

I have heard on the grapevine Bikergran that Alie has gone into a Retreat for a week to recover, but she will soon bounce back.

Must dash off and paint my nails lilac, my 3 year old grandson always says 'can I look at your nails Nan ?' He showed them to a stranger in the chemist recently, she had blue nails and he wanted her to know his Nan was groovy too (or mad).

I do not remember drinking any beer!

popaosca the beer cans will have been NanaKates and a few of Alies your really better not getting involved you would have ended up in the pink fluffy handcuffs iv' seen it all before (believe me)!! you be a changed man!
tiggy sorry you got on the mini bus home..don't worry there will be another outing very soon I'm sure, with more fun and frivolity (is that how you spell frivolity hmm??
No doubt these 2 will have their name in the Liverpool Echo this week, goodness knows what they got up to in the Cavern...I leave then for 2 imins and!!!!!!!! there on the Vodka jellies before the blink of an eye.

Don't worry Paposcar there will be a role for you in our next virtual away day trip, but those of us on the first one need to recover and have a liver check with the Doc before we start imbibing again.

We look forward to seeing you in your new bib and tucker, so don't get rid of it at the charity shop yet.

As there is bound to be a party element Paposcar to our next trip we need to know if you are up for a bit of cross dressing. If the answer is yes start looking for a red feather boa and black shimmery dress as in the days of the Charleston.

I think an idea is already forming in my mind.

Otherwise you might tell us about it.

I should hope so!

Disgusting! Disgraceful! How dare they! Appalling conduct! They should know better at their age! To terminate the cruise before I'd had a chance join it, I mean! There I was, waiting on the bank with my grappling irons at the ready, in my best bib and tucker, and ready to do the hornpipe. But my only companions were a passing ferret and a load of empty beer cans floating down the river. Fortunately a passing charabang full of reformed incontinent trapeze artists off to the coast on a celebratory binge picked me up. From that point on memory fades....

Whoops.