It’s getting towards the time we planned ahead for the Grand Christmas Ball Held as usual in Lemongrove Manor, strict dress code (anything goes) Alphabetical order ...be inventive.
The menfolk only need to go out onto the terrace and pee over the lavender hedge Careful Menfolk! We have to be very careful who we hang out with and where, these days. Forget the bl**dy lavender hedge and remember there could be a Romeo down there in the garden gazing up to the balcony to get an eyeful of his Juliet, but not that sort! He would be mentally scarred for life! Insist on the organizing committee install several Portaloos, or you'll be knocking back your invitations and where would a Grand Ball be without balls; if you see what I mean.! Apologies for the sermon, but we Grandads are a dying breed and need protection. OoRoo and Merry Christmas. Cheers
Don’t apologise for the sermon Rufus - your real crime there is to break the alphabet chain. Write out 100 times ‘I must stick to the rules of the Grand Christmas Ball’
Leaping Lords who dazzle with their dancing prowess
Quell those thoughts Rufus Rebellion is not allowed Stick to the rules of the Christmas ball (as in party you understand ?) Tell your tale in alphabetical order as imposed by Lady lemongrove, her wots in charge of this great extravaganza. Under no circumstances forget to bring a bottle or two. Very nice to have you with us. Long way for you to come to our ball. Welcome one and all ? cheers