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Thread #51658   Message #794318
Posted By: Oaklet
30-Sep-02 - 06:20 PM
Thread Name: BS: On Twillingsgate
Subject: RE: BS: On Twillingsgate
Subject: RE: Punch9 the 9Horse at Durty Nellies Pt999
From: GUEST,Alfie - PM
Date: 30 Sep 02 - 01:12 PM

Oakley - My, you do love tempting fate, don't you? Or is it just a case of taunting the esteemed WW-J and driving him to further rash acts, such as assaulting the plumber or the postman? It worked once, but I doubt that it will work again. Still, you never can tell. I find WW-J's absolute silence on this forum rather ominous. I'm sure he can afford another keyboard after all...
A word of caution...he may decide to go looking for you, if he dares leave Twillingsgate and Ms Penelope R unguarded in the nonce. Enough clues have been dropped about the Punch the Horse events and their location that a good detective could follow them up and track you to your noisome musical haunts, there to reduce you to a battered heap of bat dung. I'm sure that Durty Nellie's has seen worse things happen before....

Alfie *



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Subject: RE: Punch9 the 9Horse at Durty Nellies Pt999
From: Oakley - PM
Date: 30 Sep 02 - 02:27 PM

I, on the other hand Alfie, find the foppish beau's silence on this forum merely indicative of his preference to cajole another of his hapless and misguided cohorts to speak feebly upon his behalf.
If he always speaks his mind, then that would certainly explain the silence from his puckered, slightly feminine lips.

If he chooses to mince through the delightful village of South Ferriby, pausing to enquire of my whereabouts at the Hope and Anchor - whilst forfifying himself with a warmed mineral water - I would be delighted to take a brief break from my stripped-to-the-waist, leather-clad hard farm labour and punch his lights right out.

Perhaps you would pass this on to the poor deluded man, adding that I will be in Twillingsgate before he regains consciousness. And in up to the maker's nameplate before he is even aware that he taken a sound thrashing.