Sunday Shenanigans

Our IMM Blog colleague Dewdrop was on MSN, and we arranged to go and take her dog Gemma for a walk at Sandringham. Dew picked me up at half ten, and we wandered merrily round the Queen's back garden for 45 minutes with Gemma usually leading the way. Gentlemen, may I recommend Dewdrop to you, what a yummy mummy, you MUST make an effort where this young lady is concerned! The bloke who ends up with her will be a lucky man indeed. Sooooo......back to KL.....

Bimbled up to The Woolie, and found out that there was a BBQ on in the evening. Even in the early afternoon there were more people than usual in the bar.....including Les The Duck, Tony, and Carl Bumfluff. Well.....Les' other half is currently on holiday with his daughter and grand-daughter, so poor old Les is fending for himself. He informed us that he was having steak for tea, and to save electricity was defrosting it in his tumble dryer along with drying the washing. NOOOOOOO! We figured that the buffeting around would not only defrost it but tenderise it too, maybe too much. It may have ended up 3mm thick and 3 metres in diameter. But at least it would come out smelling "spring fresh" - his undercrackers would be smelling of cow though. Of course this was all wishful thinking, but fun anyway, even Les isn't daft enough to do something like that....mind you.....

....As an aside to my Sunday, I have to report on possibly THE greatest marketing campaign EVER. Les, one day, went into The Globe for a pint. As he approached the bar he heard a mooing sound, a definite cow noise.....bought his pint, drank it, up to the bar again. Once more, "Moooooooooooo, mooooooooooooooooooo". Les is now thinking there is a subtle influence at work on him to buy a steak (they were two for the price of one at the time)......but resisted temptation. NEXT trip to the bar.... "Moooooooooooooooooo, mooooooooooooooooooo". Les was now fascinated by the skilful advertising he was being bombarded with! He checked the floor for pressure pads that might trigger the mooing. He checked under the edge of the bar for pads that he might have set off. He had a look to see if there were infre-red beams to break. Nothing. What a mystery, but HOW clever! Later that day he spoke to his daughter on a landline. She asked "Do you like it?" "Like WHAT" asked Les. "Your new ringtone, I put a cow ringtone on your phone......" DOH! What Les mistook for ingenious advertising was in fact his daughter calling his mobile phone - pure coincidence that she called the three times he went to the bar. That's Les for you......

Anyway.....had one beer then home for dinner (chilli), then out again to watch football. The Newcastle/Chelsea game wasn't on (why?) so had to wait for Villa/Portsmouth.

By this time Tim (King Of Flirting) had arrived, and I was annoyed to hear that someone has stolen his car from his drive. Tossers! Fortunately it's not affecting his work as colleagues are giving him lifts etc, but come on! The police say they are doubtful of a positive outcome - same as with my two stolen bikes then, do they EVER have a "positive outcome"? Probably not, too busy parking Norfolk's 11 (yes ELEVEN) mobile speed camera vehicles all over the place to snap people speeding! Anyhow, Timkof isn't too bothered either way, the insurance was up to date so it's not a complete tragedy. Worst part of it being that all his beloved Pink Floyd CDs were in the vehicle too. Bugger. Tim's a laid back bloke though, actually in my opinion a TOP bloke, so I hope he doesn't have too much stress over this. Ladies, if you're looking for a bloke let me know, and I'll pass your details on!

The rest of the afternoon passed most cordially, Scottish cooked the BBQ food (I passed, reluctantly, having already eaten dinner), and I headed home about 7-ish. Apparently the party went on for a long, long time.....and judging by the state of the pub this morning when I went to clean it, it were a good do!

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