I've been to Leeds
I've seen the Wal-Mart
I don't think I shall be going back
to Leeds.
Alas, that it my greatest deficiency; asking people why they enjoy passing water never enters my mind.
Col Man wrote:
i dont know wether its the passing of the water the relief of getting it out or the ending of the feeling of wanting to go
but its a well known fact amongst male circles anyway
what do you say gautam??
My lips are firmly sealed on this subject !
Oh Guatam, I think we are due for your arrival any moment now. Question, what sort of car would you like to drive?
i think a pink rolls royce would be up his alley...
Being a prince, I prefer horse back. But if you insist on a car, an Aston Martin DB4 should do the trick
Only if he brings enough for all three of us and the dog!
Col Man wrote:i think a pink rolls royce would be up his alley...
My alley is not that big
A Pink RR HOW YUCK !! Who do you think I am ? Elton John ?
Don't worry, Guatam. I would be too offended to write about such a monstrous vehicle.
Col and Fortune, now huddled under the table of Chez Lope Veléz, crawl side by side from one place to another.
'It's impossible,' Col says, surveying the scene bitterly. That woman over there. The one who set up the singer. Yeah, she's standing where she'll see us once we get out from under the table.'
The strains of the singer's viola filled the room, as he sang plaintively:
This moon straight over Phoenix
Well it shines on me no more.
This moon straight over Phoenix,
Well it shines on me no more.
Left my baby in Phoenix,
Went right out of the door.
This moon straight over Phoenix,
Well, it shines on me no more.
Suddenly, an alarm strikes. There is general commotion, and the socialites and débutantes clutch their handbags flurryingly. Col and Fortune run for it first, having the benefit of being able to crawl quickly under the tables rather than fight for space in the narrow pases in Chez Lupe Veléz. Outside, they see a quite striking man, looking like something from one of those exotic novels that Fortune had read to herself in the evening rain, who grins and calls them into his horse-drawn carriage.
'I stole that one from a movie!' he says, pleased with the way things are going.
'Huh?' snorts Col, questioningly. 'Who are you? Did Drom send you?'
'To the airport,' says the exotic man, grinning. 'We have a plane to catch, there's no time to spare.'
The moment I make an appearence, this place goes silent
A week of absence, and so much to reply to, so much that I've missed. < sigh > ...
Hey, you guys! I'm here! Isn't having a lot to reply to good?
How was the introductory week anyway, Rick?
It was fairly good, although I'm home a bit early, should have been Tuesday but I'll explain that in a thread I'm making now in General (nothing serious though, I'm still alive :wink: )
Yep. I posted it. It seems rather vague, and not finished. Both are true. I'm still living in a sort of twilight zone at the moment, between partying and being back home.
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