I'm going to Shanghai on Monday and won't be back until after Waltz / inaugural FPS meetI'm looking forward to hearing all about it though
I'm going to Shanghai on Monday and won't be back until after Waltz / inaugural FPS meet
Poacher turned game-keeper
Well I hope you are all ready for the mighty frecks....Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
she's lean (kind of)
she mean (well not really like, bit of a softie)
she's a super dooper fell running machine (ahem)
scared....excited...scared....excited.....etc
You'll be fine!Set off steady and enjoy the day
Poacher turned game-keeper
This is a crying shame in my opinion...i think you should either throw a sicky or call us from china!!! (if only to check if I am still breathingI'm going to Shanghai on Monday and won't be back until after Waltz / inaugural FPS meet)
last words of ailing fell poetess
"I bequeath my pink hair clip
to mountain goatess,
my reggae collection
to the ol' hound
slyvia plath books to Mossy
and wait I just found...
the first draft of wrecking ball
I'll give that to dear Harry"
she whispered with her very last breath
Ever creative,
Hes produced
a very quick sketch,
"don't be sad",
cried out the novice so pale
"please honour me by drinking gallons of ale
beginning with S and ending in lifter
your woes will disappear
tho you might not feel fitter
goodbye dear friends,
it really was a blast
even though I wasn't too fast
I enjoyed the view
and especially Stolly's pictures
and even the odd
fell running fixture
give my regards to my marra
dear merrylegs
whilst you are polishing off
the rest of those kegs
Ask Herakles to write
some well constructed verse
as your ol pal Frecks
is carted off in that there herse!"
Oh dear...I do appear to have lost the plot tonight at the very mention of the anni!
very good freckle. Mossy would enjoy your Plath books I'm sure
Poacher turned game-keeper
anyone want to rearrange this into a popular phrase? "Queen ! drama".This is a crying shame in my opinion...i think you should either throw a sicky or call us from china!!! (if only to check if I am still breathing
last words of ailing fell poetess
"I bequeath my pink hair clip
to mountain goatess,
my reggae collection
to the ol' hound
slyvia plath books to Mossy
and wait I just found...
the first draft of wrecking ball
I'll give that to dear Harry"
she whispered with her very last breath
Ever creative,
Hes produced
a very quick sketch,
"don't be sad",
cried out the novice so pale
"please honour me by drinking gallons of ale
beginning with S and ending in lifter
your woes will disappear
tho you might not feel fitter
goodbye dear friends,
it really was a blast
even though I wasn't too fast
I enjoyed the view
and especially Stolly's pictures
and even the odd
fell running fixture
give my regards to my marra
dear merrylegs
whilst you are polishing off
the rest of those kegs
Ask Herakles to write
some well constructed verse
as your ol pal Frecks
is carted off in that there herse!"
Oh dear...I do appear to have lost the plot tonight at the very mention of the anni!
Three things freckle
1. You'll get round
2. You probably won't be last
3. You'll have a great time and say why don't / can't I do this more often
Poacher turned game-keeper
OW....A drama queen? me? "How very dare you"
Three things freckle
1. You'll get round
2. You probably won't be last
3. You'll have a great time and say why don't / can't I do this more often
I know I'll be OK I just get a little histrionic at times!
ps ol hound...how is the man flu? :-)
Last edited by freckle; 09-04-2010 at 11:26 PM.
Woodcock heard roding
crepuscular, illusive
woodland resident
Poacher turned game-keeper
Lovely and great use of the word "crepusclar"
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