If Adulthood is so great why don't they take off the hood so we can see what it's all about ?
Hiama --- Oh yes. Winter Warmer. Not for lunch time drinking if you were working in the afternoon. An evening and weekend drink and an aquired taste I think.
The best place to drink Youngs beer is in a Youngs pub
<enters wearing mini-bikini (black silk rebrodé with green flower outlines) and Magli black patent medium-heel sandals; in vile mood, having just finished meeting with accountant who persuaded her to write check to IRS [Inland Revenue, for the British contingent] for what must surely be the full cost of taking Mosul>
"Stradee! Great to see you - and what do you mean, Blatham is STILL in the pool?"
"He's been playing water polo with the seals" says Stradee "let's go get a bucket of sardines from the kitchen, we'll distract them, then we can get Blatham out of there."
Carrying sardine bucket, the ladies arrive at the pool. Lola's spa area being completely covered with glass - cold at this hour in Manhattan - there's a mist over the heated pool; a group of seals can be seen throwing a ball back and forth, but no Blatham.
"Didn't you say he was in there?" asks HofT.
"Yes, but he's been here for so long he's probably shrunk and turned blue-gray - how are we ever going to tell him apart from the real seals?" wonders Stradee. Suddenly inspired, Stradee calls out: "Anyone wants a sardine?!"
All the seals abandon the ball and promptly swim towards the rounded steps where the ladies are standing - except one: he stands in the middle of the pool and hollers:
"Absolutely no more missiles around here! First you trick me into buying you that damn airplane, now it's Timber turn to get you a Sardine, delivered complete with 18-wheel mobile launcher - why don't you like smaller, less expensive things like flowers and jewelry?!"
"Really, Blatham, the chlorine got to your head" says HofT, holding out a bathrobe while Stradee feeds sardines to darling seals "Lola is beginning to wonder about Trevor, sitting in her study working like mad all those days - and, speaking of jewelry, he may be about to take her for a shopping trip to Cartier!"
At that - Blatham hurries out of the pool, puts on the bathrobe mumbling thanks, and is seen disappearing in the direction of Lola's study <G>
Lola is happy to see Trevor, wearing a bathrobe and still wet from the pool, walking toward the study. He has a bit of blue tinge still remaining around his mouth, and his pointy nose still a bit...............well.......pointy. Lola excuses herself and follows Trevor into the study.
Ah, my clothes have finally arrived! Thank you, Withers, just put them in my room.
Hiama, glad you remember me now. I suppose vaporizing does a real number on the memory, hmm? Have I mentioned how much I love British accents? You just don't hear many of those where I come from. It's mostly "y'all" and "darlin'" there.
Does Lola have dibs on both Trevor and Blatham? I think I shall ask her about that...
Withers - kindly also pack one red outfit for the lady's forthcoming trip, making sure it matches the color of her rose. It's sure to match her ultimate destination.
http://janus.astro.umd.edu/javadir/orbits/ssv.html
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Lola's Salon
Hiama and Hoft ~
Blatham <who's wet feet from the pool are depositing small ponds in the Salon carpeting> splashes toward Lola's study, but not before ordering
a new console for Hofts Stealth.
"Women" Blatham whispers under his breath ~
"Ork, ork" say the darling seals ~
Stradee, wrapped in a warm robe, thanks Withers for the nice hot cup of Mocha, and walks toward her rooms at the Salon.
"Goodnight all" waves Stradee. Tomorrow a busy workday.
Why, Helen! A trip to Mars (or Hell?) Dear me, have I stepped on your toes?! I certainly wouldn't want to ruin that perfect pair of Maglis.
Well now, 'pon my soul. Tis awefully very quiet around here. You could hear a pin drop. No larking on the stairs. No twisting by the pool. No giggling in the garden. Is everyone knackered and still tucked up in their nest with their favorite squeeze or have they been abducted by The Bible Belt Brigade.
I'm still sleeping.........but abduction may be a possibility. Not sure where I am.
<rolling over and surveying the room>
OK, I'm in my regular bedroom. No problem here.
Is that the Trevor who wears leather
Or another Trevor all together
Perhaps a Trevor with an emu's feather
Chasing girlies thru the heather
Oh dear! Trevor and oldandknew??? Who would have suspected!?!
tis a camouplage to shield a lady
if revealed it would seem shady
going out in public view, it maybe
seen as something naughty
Olden,
Went to the offie, had a hard day walked aroun 6-7 miles, had a spell at the gym so got meself me own Youngs engraved pint glass, came as a complimentary with a Bottle of Youngs Christmas Pudding Ale, will report in on the tasting a little later. I have christened the glass just now with something a little less strong but cold and refereshing.
Withers can you get some Youngs Beer on draught please for myself and my good firiend oldandknew, it can be ordered through the Wandsworth Ram Brewey, just ask for export sales.
That'll do it, I'm off for me tea.
Tea ? gosh. PG Tips or Typhoo ? Or are you talking knife and fork type of tea.
Is it a case of you being "Young(er) Than Springtime" and a with a lightness to your step.
I spent the day working in the garden, mowing the lawn. Retirement does have its drawbacks.
Yeah, but when it is time to kick your shoes off and put your feet up, I'm getting home from work and doing the stuff you already got done!
Is that what might be called a rear guard action Bill ???????
Specially if you have your chair facing all windows and doors! Sounds like a good place to be for me - right now!
Sitting in the window watching all the chicks go by
Whatever Lola wants ----
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.........................Lola gets
