GN Christmas party

While in the cellar there was something breathing noisily on my neck, either a llama or The Admiral so I didn’t hang about.

I wouldn’t worry Oreo. Most of the staff and patrons of the Argy have been pickled since 1945 or thereabouts.

It’ll take more than a bow tie and a monocle to make Muffin classy Brook. Burping in the barmaids face is not classy.

Oh so that’s why The Admiral was telling me war stories earlier! He also told me I was a pretty young thing, and of course, compared to him I really am as he must be 95 at least but still has a twinkle in his eye…

Can I be next for the karaoke? I can really belt out Big Spender.

Blimey Laura we’ve missed a trick there, sweep the floor, bag it up and we’ll flog it tomorrow to Porky Pines Farm, they’ll love it

Alarma didn’t get to eat any of the tinsel therefore no smelly sparkles for her. She got in a huff because she always wants to be the star of the show so she’s eaten all the fairy lights. 😱. Goodness knows what that will produce.
Oreo please go and get that jar of 1945 pickled eggs. They’ll be good for a few years yet. We can served them with the Brussels for bar food.
You can try the karaoke but don’t go wiggling too much doing Big Spender. The Admiral is of a delicate age.

As am I Doodle but you know what they say, you’re as old as you feel…and I have just been doing a tango with Matt Damon and he feels pretty good.😊

Alarma spent yesterday evening glued to Strictly on the box.

I have a nasty feeling she is practicing her moves and eying up potential outfits🫣

Poor Alarms looks very sad with half of her (rather manky) hair shaved off but as neither warm soapy water nor the acetone managed to unglue her from the tv set there was no alternative.

Alarms, my pet name for Alarma, if you believe that …

Whaaat!😲
No telly in the Bar?

How can I watch Mrs Brown's Boys?

ixion

Whaaat!😲
No telly in the Bar?

How can I watch Mrs Brown's Boys?

That's why there's no telly in the bar 😂
Sorry ixion

Nothing, zilch, nada, not even Game of Wool, sorry!

Here, drown your sorrows 🥂🥂🥂🍾

In that case, I shall just have to rely on sparkling, witty conversation.

Or AIBU?

Yes, YABU!

AIBU, YABU! Sounds like an episode of the Flintstones.

You won’t have time for TV Ixion you’ll be behind the bar with me. Now get to it and brew up some Christmas cocktails 🍹

Fat chance of sparkling, witty conversation from anyone, then, if you two are mixing the cocktails! 😂
🍹🍸🍹🍸🍹🍸

We'll all be 😴😴😴

No snoring in the corner Allira it’s your turn to feed the llamas and make sure they’re settled for the night. Only one bedtime story mind and no hot chocolate otherwise you’ll be up all night letting them out again

Are sheep nuts ok?
The hay has run out and ixion made cider with the llamas' apples.

Just reading them The Enchanted Forest and they're drifting off 😴

Cider, yup.
I found the apples well masticated and so easy to create the silky smooth texture I am told (not being a drinker myself 🤭) that cider demands.
But we do have the cloudiness which promotes that je ne sais quoi.

Had a letter this morning saying that I had been accepted for City and Guilds Food Hygiene, Basic level.
They hinted that the Argy Bar could do with some welcome input.

And not before time imho!

Mind you, a drop of alcohol can kill all the germs.
Where's the Admiral with that crate of Pusser's rum?

I saw the lights on and nipped home to fetch some Cinnamon Knots, but I see we’re quite well off for those….oh well, always room for another box. I see the llamas are up to their old tricks, what a mess this place is. Why do we bring them every year - will we never learn?
I’m determined to dance tonight, so don’t try and stop me, and keep Alarma out of my way. She goes for me the minute I take to the floor. I have my eye on the Admiral. He’s past his best but he’s still a good mover, rum or no rum.
Oh no, Monica’s got there first! Curled up with a book indeed!

Merry Christmas all. What a day it’s been. Tinsel and baubles everywhere. Alarma drank a whole bowl of punch and decided to lavish her affections on the Admiral who wasn’t adverse to the idea. However May Hem thought he was hers and was bashing everything in sight with her stilettos.

The karaoke is on low volume. Soft lighting and blankets await all who want to rest for a while before we do the conga.

Can we bring a guest? Charlie Mackesy is mine