THE BRITISH THREAD II

Yes--it is odd. I think it is all to do with the chemical reaction between television and the concept of the committee. Entryism. (puns intended).

A lioness, Essex witnesses are adamant.

(Did you notice I didn't say "eyewitnesses" there?)

They should catch it by staking a virgin to the ground in a clearing in the woods at dusk.

Although they might have to send out of the county to find one.

There's a rare opportunity today to buy an old pair of Elvis's keks, complete with stains.

What am I bid?

Had his Mom knitted them Mac?

Fairly modest cotton gent's undergarment, not brief, not new, some staining to front. As seen on TV. A never-to-be-repeated offer.

Caveat emptor.

"slightly foxed" a polite salesman would prefer to say Mac.

Okay I'm out for a few days, going up to Scotland for our son's wedding, then fishing on Skye for a week.
Weather is bad, but that's good mainly fishing-wise, and it might keep the midges down.

Jeremy Hunt is now in charge for the NHS? Must be, because his surname starts with the same letter as his new department ...

As yours does also Walt were you on the short list?

I don't think that the Head of Her Majesty's Government would choose a foreign member of Fabian Society to spit sit on his cabinet's table ... (though I'd taken seat on the minister's table in the FO a couple of years ago ... okay, only with a junior minister and some friends ...)

Goodness gracious me!!

Thank jow very mich!

Tonight I watched my recording of last Saturday's broadcast of the Proms concert given by The John Wilson Orchestra, of Broadway showtunes.

Difficult to imagine they could have been better done: simply magnificent.

Did anyone else see it?

Apparently this garment did not reach its reserve price at auction, and was therefore withdrawn from the sale.

I get my information from the Northern TV News.

I don't know what to say Mac. If in a pub I would have said that I hadn't seen the programme you referred to and might add that I was glad you enjoyed it.

If I knew that the garment you mention was a pair of Elvis Presley trousers (slightly foxed) I would raise an eyebrow quietly wondering what your reason was for being so interested in ---is it them or it? Your the grammatician. I might say "Well, I'll go t'et bottom of our stairs."

I certainly wouldn't remain silent because it would be bad manners.

Somewhat begrudgingly and with a degree of trepidation I invested in a Home Brew kit when a friend insisted that they are much improved nowadays from what they were when I last tried some a long time ago.

And by heck they are. I had my first pint yesterday and if you went in a pub in the Cotswolds and saw the Old Speckled Hen pump at £3,50 and ordered one it would be no better than the one I had produced. Really. There was froth inside the glass all the way to the bottom. 50p a pint. Tops.

And I have drunk a very large quantity of beer in my time. I'm an expert on beer.

Congratulations on your success with the home brew, Spendy. Now that is a worthwhile hobby.

I have no interest in historical used underpants, even Queen Victoria's, but am interested in this quirky world.

I'm going out on my bike today to buy some birdseed. I could go in the car but I need to get a bit fitter and lose some weight.

A diet with birdseed? Sounds interesting ...

So am I. But out of the superfluities of quirkiness it is a bit odd that you home in on a pair of underpants. The Hillite Heresy, theological variations of which severely tax the imagination at this late stage as one might easily see by watching Ben Elton.

You've got to admit you don't often see a pair of baggy greyish yellow-stained gents keks on TV news, far less offered for sale. I think that's quirky enough to attract comment from the most sober viewer.

Possibly. Possibly. One is constrained to wonder, I must admit, why it was thought fitting in the newsroom, where every last jot and tittle is carefully mulled over and sifted, often fought over, or even paid for, in kind of course, to bring this item to your notice and presumably to the notice of many others.

The baggy greyish yellow-stained gents keks of a Mummy's boy who did the "can I **** you now" incantations so movingly and ended up fatted out on the dunny.

It does seem very odd. Had they been the lower half of the uniform of General Smutts one might understand as there is a thriving market in military regalia. Or those jodhpurs Princess Anne wore when she won a gold medal at the Olympics. Or those she was wearing when she went head first over the horse's neck into the muddy pond at Burghley.

Where do you think the item is now? The owners have proved they no longer wish to own them. What would you do next Mac if you were they?