Sorch, you are leading me astray into realms I thought I had purged from my mind. Orificially speaking, the last "touch up" I observed was when Lisa Gibbons and her TV crew burst into our Pub and started filming. She was literally grabbed in the crutch. I'm a pacifist, and a bit slow. The guy was floored before I could get near. Thank God he wasn't a local.

Whewww.... I'm still shaking. It wasn't a pretty sight. Lisa (Liza?) handled it well. Lovely lass, married a Kiwi, what was the show? "Entertainment Tonight"?

Anyway, do you have ESP? Next day, I was supposed to go to Ulva with Liza to film in the bush.

Aaaaaarrrgggghhhhh....

I'm batting on a sticky wicket here. Should keep my big trap shut. I didn't miss the V of the feminine Hori-farce.

Ulva is an island in Paterson Inlet, named after the Island of the same name, off Oban (Scotland), where the fine single malt comes from. I assume Ulva lactuta - a seaweed, commonly known as "Sea lettuce", so "let us alone"........

O'mi'god - Spaw get that bloody chopper here fast - I'm getting out of me depth. These tarts are going to get onto "lactation", before I've milked my yarn, and got to the cream of the joke.

Anyway, Sorch, having got over the (c)rude interruption.

I'm trying to be serious - but memories keep flooding back, with every post I see.

Liza was here and it happened. I was disgusted. Like I say, she handled it well. Wheww.. it's a TAS (that's another story).

Anyway, to get back on thread (breasts) and get a bit of levity back into this post before Spaw levitates me to "lavvy-land" where I spend the rest of my life cleaning bed-pans.....

Anyway.......

Liza and I didn't get to Ulva for a push in the bush (O'm'God - here we go again), so they shot us, playing pool in the Pub. Dammit, I'm getting out of my depth again in the pool.

I have never, ever, ever played pool in the Pub since then. And, furthermore that was over a decade back. I refuse to play until I have an oponent like Liza Gibbons. It's probably the last time I was tit-elated. She had a low-slung top on, and every time she leaned over to paly a shot. Guess what...I saw beyond her cleavage...

I saw what Liza had for break-fast

Guess what it was.....

Ma might give me a hiding if I divulge.

It was........

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A Marmite sandwich...

So, only tell those Sandy Witches you can trust.

UM could someone excommunicate me...

Bloody Hell - I waffle

T'ra - Sam