Foxyboy43
Well-Known Member
Sooo - off on a midweek break to a five star (yep really) hotel resort to help recharge the sainted Lady FB’s much depleted batteries (after a pretty crap year) and as we she is unpacking our her cases a banshee-like scream fills the air. Grown men dive for cover, nearby golfers jump into the entirely wrong kind of bunkers and yer man here gets an attack of the vapours. Shocked? Moi? Jeez I nearly bought a round of drink…
By now the SD massive will be wondering what caused this Mayor of Hiroshima moment, was it a mouse in the luxury suite? Had she dropped her very, like really very, expensive bottle of perfume - whatever could it possibly be chaps? Once she finally came round and after only another 4 fingers of Glenmorangie which incidentally I find excellent for shock (I really should let her try it) I was, with some difficulty, just able to make out something about “earplugs and forgot”. Christ almighty - another handful of Glenmorangie, swallowed in one - had she really forgotten my earplugs?
Err, no - much, much worse….
She had forgotten her earplugs! By then the Glenmorangie had fewer fingers left than a captured english archer at Agincourt…. Christ almighty!
And so lads here now is my dilemma…
Should I:-
1. Offer sympathy (Glenmorangie is gone);
2. Ignore her sobbing;
3. Tell her in my most caring slur to straighten her back for goodness sake…. Or
4. Offer her my own industrial strength earplugs secure in the knowledge that :-
(a) in so doing I will not get a wink of sleep; and
(b) there is no Glenmorangie left….
Help me chaps - we are miles from the nearestoffie pharmacy and they are all closed at this time of night anyway.
Do you know what a nervous twitch feels like children? Old Foxyboy does….
By now the SD massive will be wondering what caused this Mayor of Hiroshima moment, was it a mouse in the luxury suite? Had she dropped her very, like really very, expensive bottle of perfume - whatever could it possibly be chaps? Once she finally came round and after only another 4 fingers of Glenmorangie which incidentally I find excellent for shock (I really should let her try it) I was, with some difficulty, just able to make out something about “earplugs and forgot”. Christ almighty - another handful of Glenmorangie, swallowed in one - had she really forgotten my earplugs?
Err, no - much, much worse….
She had forgotten her earplugs! By then the Glenmorangie had fewer fingers left than a captured english archer at Agincourt…. Christ almighty!
And so lads here now is my dilemma…
Should I:-
1. Offer sympathy (Glenmorangie is gone);
2. Ignore her sobbing;
3. Tell her in my most caring slur to straighten her back for goodness sake…. Or
4. Offer her my own industrial strength earplugs secure in the knowledge that :-
(a) in so doing I will not get a wink of sleep; and
(b) there is no Glenmorangie left….
Help me chaps - we are miles from the nearest
Do you know what a nervous twitch feels like children? Old Foxyboy does….
