The all new let's help Pasties catch up thread

[Barman]

Same old, same old I'm afraid Mr P. Compare this ro the 'Archers' if you will.

Having listened to it for years for some reason, quite beyond the ken of me, no beyond the ken of the entire western world you stop listening to it for a few months/years, then start listening again, you soon pick it all up.

An email from Mrs Trellis from north Wales has just flooded in.  She says to compare it to one song to the tune of another. 

This is where one person, usually Nick starts a thread he talks but only something akin to 'white noise' comes out, so another player picks up the theme, imparts a word or two of wisdom, another player, who like so many players in here forgets what the thread is about, enters the fray reaching full rant within the space of a gnats breath.  He or she is allowed to rant until someone, usually Darwin plays the 'pedant card'.  Each player has a 'pedant card' but may choose not to play it.  However the points from the 'pedant card' cannot be carried over to another thread. The tread cannot be considered closed until all players have lost the will to live. A thread can only be resurrected after a 'decent' time has passed.  'Decent' is usually judged as the time it takes for all players to forget all about it, although an 'Affs' may resurrect the thread immediately and can then run until we just can't 'be arsed'.  The only two threads that may be resurrected with no penalty incurred are the 'Haway it's Friday' and the 'Lets not forget little Maddie' thread.  Any or all threads may be accompanied by our own Uncle 'the Mort' Cell. If we can prod him awake he will give you an arousing tune on his pink oboe.

All of the other rules still apply PM Darwin for details.

Samantha is very pleased to see you and hopes that you will slip back in without a problem.

I too am pleased to see you and hope that you hang around for a while. 

 

Funny yet surprisingly accurate.... 

[Just One More]

Same old, same old I'm afraid Mr P. Compare this ro the 'Archers' if you will.

Having listened to it for years for some reason, quite beyond the ken of me, no beyond the ken of the entire western world you stop listening to it for a few months/years, then start listening again, you soon pick it all up.

An email from Mrs Trellis from north Wales has just flooded in.  She says to compare it to one song to the tune of another. 

This is where one person, usually Nick starts a thread he talks but only something akin to 'white noise' comes out, so another player picks up the theme, imparts a word or two of wisdom, another player, who like so many players in here forgets what the thread is about, enters the fray reaching full rant within the space of a gnats breath.  He or she is allowed to rant until someone, usually Darwin plays the 'pedant card'.  Each player has a 'pedant card' but may choose not to play it.  However the points from the 'pedant card' cannot be carried over to another thread. The tread cannot be considered closed until all players have lost the will to live. A thread can only be resurrected after a 'decent' time has passed.  'Decent' is usually judged as the time it takes for all players to forget all about it, although an 'Affs' may resurrect the thread immediately and can then run until we just can't 'be arsed'.  The only two threads that may be resurrected with no penalty incurred are the 'Haway it's Friday' and the 'Lets not forget little Maddie' thread.  Any or all threads may be accompanied by our own Uncle 'the Mort' Cell. If we can prod him awake he will give you an arousing tune on his pink oboe.

All of the other rules still apply PM Darwin for details.

Samantha is very pleased to see you and hopes that you will slip back in without a problem.

I too am pleased to see you and hope that you hang around for a while. 

[Logs on to Ladbrokes account to see the odds for "Post of the Year] 

[Grumpmeister]

Starvation in Cyprus    Ooh and BM bid for me on fleabay and won 

I'm still not sure who is the bigger eejit there, Nick for trying to sell himself or BM for bidding. 

[Landlady]

Starvation in Cyprus    Ooh and BM bid for me on fleabay and won 

I'm still not sure who is the bigger eejit there, Nick for trying to sell himself or BM for bidding. 

Effectively he (BM) was bidding with my ten cents too 

[Grumpmeister]

If you are away for Christmas then 10 cents could be the least of your concerns. Baldymort and the Ginger Shambles together with no adult supervision..... 

[Baldy]

If you are away for Christmas then 10 cents could be the least of your concerns. Baldymort and the Ginger Shambles together with no adult supervision..... 

Nope. 

[Grumpmeister]

And I'm sure you would be the voice of reason and sobriety Baldy. 

[Baldy]

And I'm sure you would be the voice of reason and sobriety Baldy. 

Yep. 

[Grumpmeister]

Gawd, you, BM, Nick and Apey  The Four Stooges ride again, whats the worst that could happen......

[Baldy]

Gawd, you, BM, Nick and Apey  The Four Stooges ride again, whats the worst that could happen......

......Nick turns up. 

[Barman]

Gawd, you, BM, Nick and Apey  The Four Stooges ride again, whats the worst that could happen......

......Nick turns up. 

[Grumpmeister]

Gawd, you, BM, Nick and Apey  The Four Stooges ride again, whats the worst that could happen......

......Nick turns up. 

Causing a critical mass of gubberation... 

[apc2010]

Gawd, you, BM, Nick and Apey  The Four Stooges ride again, whats the worst that could happen......

......Nick turns up. 

 

[Pastis]

This is excellent stuff, apart from the miss-spelling of my nick, Nick  .

Reminds me of the dreadful trend for Christmas round-robin newsletters ... lovingly parodied by Ms Lynne Truss which, for the benefit of those short in the recall department I will provide a linky:  http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-20810452

I will settle down with a glass of Graham's Fine Tawny, thumb through my diary and see if I can shed some light on happenings here ... don't wait up though, I might be some time 

Toodle Pip!

[Uncle Mort]

Any or all threads may be accompanied by our own Uncle 'the Mort' Cell. If we can prod him awake he will give you an arousing tune on his pink oboe.