THE BRITISH THREAD II

You have the advantage over me there Queenie. I can't imagine what you are like because Diest TKO displayed your charming form for us all to see. It was a vehicle for displaying his own and a right Beauty and the Beast juxtaposition it was too. I don't mean really like. Not your Ophelia/Lady MacBeth admixture.

What was I doing?

Hmm. Not sure how charming I looked in any of those photos.

You were showing me your extended family and they were kind of all sitting round talking and being really loud.

Well obviously I was introducing you to my relations with a view to you entering into their midst as my bride. No wonder they were loud.

What did you think of them. I hardly ever see most of them so your guess is as good as mine as to what they look like. I don't even know how many cousins I have and there's only two I could pick out on an ID parade.

Lettuce butties before bed are supposed to engender sweet dreams. Those small deep green floppy ones are the best.

Well they were slightly chavvy, but like I said, it was some abstract concoction my subconscious decided to entertain me with, not what I really imagine your extended family to be like.
I don't have a clue what your extended family would be like.

Neither have I. I have them on Ignore. No sooner do I take any notice of them all sorts of **** starts happening. Most of it the Delphic Oracle couldn't have prophesied.

My choice for the Christina role in the "Romantic Novel--a collective effort" thread is hamstrung it seems by the Official Secrets Acts. How do you fancy it Queenie?

Seems I didn't do such a bad job - managing again in September.

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Well that's nice, Smorgs. You couldn't have been too uppity, then.

Not that anyone's interested, but today we're in Baden-Wurttemberg, quite near Schwäbisch Gmünd.
Try saying that without your teeth in.

My nose is all burnt from the Austrian sun
Now drink we a measure, Miss Joan Hunter-Dunn.

Can you translate from Spendius to English? x

The first paragraph relates to my extended family.

The second to a thread on which I was sort of inviting you to try out your imaginative composition skills.

I read Shakespeare's Lucrece today and I saw a sentence which expressed the same sentiment as your signature line. Rather better I thought. Shakespeare is an acquired taste which is well worth the begetting. X. They say they know little about him but he's naked on the stage in fact.

But smorgsie has re-taken the citadel of manageress-ship and Mac is being burned by the sun in the Gothic heartland, or thereabouts. One has to wish them both well I suppose. It is a price we have to pay in order to be considered sane and civilised.

Thank eff it's Friday!

What y'all up to this weekend then?

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I've enjoyed the Friday-holidays-traffic-jams on the autobahn. (Drove up to Kiel this afternoon, catching up the dadpads (should be mumpad and dadpad), who'll arrive tomorrow morning from Sweden on a ferry here)
Back tomorrow on a more scenic route ... and a lot more beautiful German scenery on Sunday. And on Monday. And on ... (nothing new to McTag, though)

whats the definition of a Yorkshireman?




Scotsman with the generosity sqeezed out.

The traffic was so bad on Friday, we missed our boat! Verdammtergeschweinhund. All the Dutch were going home, apparently, because their school are back on Monday. Nobody tells me anything.

Very bad, but it turned out very good as we had a very nice extra day relaxing in Brielle, a lovely old Dutch town not too far from the Europoort.

So we sailed over last night and got here before lunch. All lovely, except I had a blazing row with a Frenchman who did not seem to want to apply the British queueing system in the breakfast room. Mrs McTag thought I went over the top.

Not again Mac. Do you specialise in temper explosions? Maybe you go away from your locality in search of them.

Oo-er. I had forgotten about that last one.

No, sometimes I go on holiday and don't fall out with anyone at all.
Its just that, foreigners have got some funny ways and sometimes somebody's got to put them right.

Quite right Mac but one shouldn't lose one's temper with them. One should explain things in a cool and detached manner as befits one such as yourself. Patiently and with due forbearance and empathy.

Were you hungry at the time. If so the fault lies with Mrs Mac.

I will admit to being slightly (extra) narked because after I had gone and queued for my nice cooked breakfast, and settled down and had eaten most of it, I thought I would like to have a glass of orange juice and while I was away for that, Mrs McTag got up and went for her bacon & eggs, and the waiters cleared away my plate and so I had to go and get some more.
So you're right in a way, it was all her fault.

Such a misadventure before eight o'clock is bound to make one take a dim view of one's environs....enough to try the patience of a saint, you might well conclude.

I always leave a note.

(i'm not done but i hadda pee, take my plate at your own peril...)

Civilised people are not abroad at 8 a.m. Mac. They've been hypnotised by somebody. Or under duress.

And bacon and eggs are not a recommended diet. Porrige, banana and apple juice is what a man like you needs. Every day.

ha ha ha

I remember you having previous holiday altercations as well Mr McT!

Wasn't it a person of the Gallic persuasion last time?

I just bought a Dyson in Stockport Comet (I bloody hate Stockport), one of those roller-ball things, very light and you can use it on any floor surface...

Another snapshot of my little life.

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