A2K LONDON MEET. photos at last.

i don't see it as a flaw, gus. i thought you knew that much about me!

What do you think of Lord Elpus, Dag? Does he look like you thought he would?

I believe that's a Slovakian medallion he's wearing.

Gus, are you saying you're not the only one who blacked out, then woke up with a sore behind?

Why, you LORD!(waving trembling fist in air)

Are we going to let him get away with this, Slappy?

I'm a broken man. I feel so....... violated.

Now you know how your sheep feel.

But that doesn't justify Lord violently ripping my innocence away. While passed out and probably dreaming of a herpes-ridden Katie Holmes making out with me, at that.

http://img210.echo.cx/my.php?image=4udgme2rh.jpg

I'd take Herpes for one night with her.

But since I have not only Hepres, but Herpes II as well, I guess that makes such a proposition useless--even if I'm hung like a candycorn.

At one point while we were at one of the many pubs that we visited during our visit with ellpus and the others, Lord Ellpus became very excited when Gus mentioned that he could play a little ukelele. He decided that he would demonstrate his latest passion--it seems that Ellpus is an "unconventional instrumentalist" as he put it--he plays rare instruments, many of them invented by himself. His latest invention is called "The Serpent".

Anyway, this particular evening, he got up on the bar and began to regale the crowd, sending most of them running for the bathroom with bowel cramps. Most enjoyable. The thing sounds awful, but on the plus side, says Ellpus, "when you're done playing it, you can use it to snake the toilet!"


Ellpus with the "serpent"...

Dagmaraka brings a delegation from Slovakia, equipped with lord Ellpuses photograph. The women group Strcprst Skrzkrk prepared a cultural program of traditional dances and tunes for the A2K London Gathering.

Walter obviously went there incognito

Love this thread!!!!

Well done, your Lordship.

KP

Very funny indeed

Looking at your conversations, I have become aware that certain things have happened to my good friends Slappy and Gus.
I believe I know who the culprit is regarding these alleged violations, and will make every effort to track down the bugger, and get to the bottom of things (if you'll excuse the pun).
When I act as host in London, my guests should expect a jolly good time, feel safe and remain anally virginous throughout their stay, unless they request otherwise.
I therefore apologise to both of you for my failure to make enough sufficiency with regards to safeguarding the aforementioned bodily regions.
In an effort to prevent things being hushed up, I shall interview the blighter using my voice activated keyboard, so that you can verify that every word has been properly recorded.
In the meantime, I will continue with the tour.

Where were we......oh yes, Slappy had arrived and was chatting with Kicky, the Frenchman had moved onto a Salvation Army majorette, leaving Gus chatting to the Polynesian Sumo. He was impressing her with his various scars and blisters, and by now was sitting on her lap.
I then noticed a distinct lull in conversation and looked around to see an enchanting young lady enter the bar. She had a voice like a baritone and spoke with a sultry foreign accent as she said " You muuust be Ellpoos, tell me, vear are ze toiletts, I haaavent beeen since Bratislaaava, und zat vos only a tinkle"
"My dear, you must be desperate" I replied.
"Desperaaate iz good vord My Lord", She smouldered, "I haave been holdink on to one of Osso's Fatitaatas for fifteen hours, so tell me qvick or ve haf un accident"
I pointed to the loos, and held up my camera for a quick snap, but she waved me away, saying "Tek foto aaaafter, I look thinner then, no?"
I watched her slick movements as she ran to the loo, punching people out of the way......I had just met the lovely Dag.....nothing like a witch at all.
Upon her return 45 minutes later, she immediately hurried past and disappeared out of the door. She returned with someone that apparently was also a member, and I believe she called her small "K", very strange name, but hey ho......I took the snaps.







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A Very much thinner Dag...



....And Small "K".

I went to pat "K", but she growled at me and I withdrew my hand.
She suddenly sniffed the air and her tail started wagging. Eyes alert, she scanned the room and took off at a bound. She was heading for the Frenchie!....she jumped him from behind and I thought he was a goner. He fell on his back and she pinned him to the floor, but instead of biting him, she began licking his face and nibbling his ears. A plaintive whimper and a wag of her tail made it obvious that she was being affectionate and was showing her love.
"My word, she's all over him" I said to Dag.
"She haas been vaiting zo long" Replied Dag, "Ve all haave".

The music then started up at the back of the Pub and we all drifted out into the warm May sunshine for a bit of boogey woogey, as you say in America.
I had previously arranged with another member (Heeven) to come along and play some music for us. She was really rather good, and provided a full range of hits, from oldies such as Glenn Miller tunes, right through to the most recent hits, such as "Moon River" by Andy Williams.
MARVELLOUS!




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Heeven, grooving on down.......

The afternoon became a bit of a blur, as pint after pint was downed by all who attended. Spitfire Ale, Abbot, Greene King IPA, Guinness, Bombadier bitter, Adnams Broadside....you name it, we drank it.
Slappy downed a pint of Abbot in one go and shouted "Call this Beer? In Amer......" and fell unconcious to the ground.
It was time for a bit of sobering up, so we dragged him off for a walk, as he had previously mentioned that he had some relatives living nearby and would like to see them.
So several of us marched down the high Street, along Mayfair Ave and crossed Abbey Road. Being May Holiday, there were a lot of wierdos around and I had the feeling that some of them were following us.










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Here we are...sobering up...crossing Abbey Road.




...And here are the wierdos, following us.

Ellpus, these are truly wonderful stories, but why aren't you telling us the story of that matronly barmaid that you were flirting with for most of the night? I looked up at one point, and you were both gone. Ten minutes later, you were both seen coming out from the "loos" as you call them.

I suppose you'll get to that story later.

[size=7]By the way...Heeven's a woman.[/size]

HAAARRUMPH! I may tell SOME of that story, but being a Gentlemen, I will leave out the part when we had a mutual fondling if you dont mind.
I wouldnt want the world to know that I fondled a transvestite!

hmmmm - this is a different version...............

After about a mile or so, Slappy reached into his pocket, pulled out a battered old photograph, and said "This is it....this is where my Uncles brother lives".
"Doesnt that also make him an Uncle of yours?" enquired Gus.
"In a round about way" said Slappy, with a half smile and vacant stare.
We all looked at one another, shrugged our shoulders and followed him up the path to the door.

A mad woman greeted us, with a curly wig placed on her head to hide her baldness. She immediately recognised Slappy, and hurriedly tried to close the door, but he had his foot in the way.
"Dont be like that Aunty Yoodley" he said "I'm only here to get a family photo."
Yoodley Doo Hoo, I thought...well that's not a name you come across every day.
She told us that she would bring the family out, and only charge Slappy £5 per photo, as he was related. Slappy paid up, and took the snap. He then invited all of the male members of the family out for a drink, so we all returned to the Old Cock.

The Family Doo Hoo