MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: GUEST,Nigel West, Captain, HM Coldstream Guards, D
Date: 19 Dec 03 - 08:59 AM

Barman, some brandy, if you please.

And why is that thing dripping snot-green slime onto those poor people?

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Cluin
Date: 19 Dec 03 - 11:24 AM

And now, a musical interlude...

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Rapparee
Date: 19 Dec 03 - 04:29 PM

The next thread down at the moment says it's for "Wedgies and Vegans
ONLY." I don't need a Vegan Wedgie, so I didn't investigate.

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Rapparee
Date: 19 Dec 03 - 07:04 PM

Off in the distance, the thunder of thousands of horses' hooves....

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 19 Dec 03 - 07:10 PM

Even further off in the distance.... the sound of 200 fully tricked-out four-wheel-drive pickup trucks, each of which requires the use of a step-ladder to reach the driver's seat....

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 19 Dec 03 - 07:33 PM

The sound of the 200 4WD pickups fades away into the distance as BWL has severe second thoughts about inflicting the SWAT Team (that's Simple-minded White Alabama Trailer-trash) on the Mudcat Tavern crowd. Those boys have some pretty simple tastes, but they like to experience them in large measure. It just looked like there'd be too many chances for misunderstandings that could possibly lead to some major human and property damage.

They'll probably be having a party of their own as soon as CarolC and the rest of her spies in the Waffle Houses find out where the real King khandu is stashed and they get sent in to affect the daring rescue. If some of you folks would like to come to their party I'm sure you'd be welcome, but don't bring any of those fancy microbrews or expensive wine and don't complain about the nitrites in the hot-dogs!

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Rapparee
Date: 19 Dec 03 - 07:34 PM

And the sound of the horses follows the sounds of the trucks....

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 19 Dec 03 - 07:35 PM

Geez, it's like a bad penny, thinks Sage. There's just no way to completely remove that damned jello pit.

Leaning over the bar, Sage reaches out and pushes the other red button, the one that controls the operation of the harness (remember that?) that Moonglow attached to the very large christmas tree when she set it up. The tree begins to rise once again. In the strange mathematical world of levers, pulleys, counterweights and reverse-trebuchets, the tree levitates, is momentarily horizontal, then the butt of the tree moves up into the dark upper regions of the tavern, the tip is down, and the ornaments ring out at the motion. Cats can be seen moving along the beams, and stepping onto the slowly moving tree. Three very large swans, now barely discernable in the intersection of two beams, move themselves over and flutter (only as very large swans can), with a backdraft that moves all of the paper napkins below into a faux-dust-devil of sorts.

Ratchetted into place, the balance is perfect, and at that moment a pale yellow butterfly drifts in from the Oz door and alights on the uppermost branch. Less than a gram, this is enough to set the tree creaking into motion, and with a sudden SPLAT!! the tree smacks the jello pit pod plumb into the porch yard under a galvenized lean-to where it lodges bottom side down and continues to expand and take shape. Within moments, as when one successfully lobs a live grenade out of the building into which it was thrown, the assembled crowd (and ESPECIALLY those in the hot tub) breathe a collective sigh of relief as they watch the adored/maligned pit plant itself.

One of the swans sets up an agitated scolding and hissing and settles on the edge of the newly-formed jello ammenity, and the Mudcat group is heard to say (altogether now) "ah, now it has a pit to hiss in!"

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Cluin
Date: 19 Dec 03 - 08:27 PM

Hey, Mmario, turn on the TV! The Quiet Man is on. I know it'll probably offend the shite outta all the Irish people in here, but it's time for a good ol' drinking game.

Look, we're just in time! Everybody grab your drink! John Wayne's poking another butt in his mouth and lighting it.... Atta boy, Duke. Take a big drag. Just the one.... Glare! glare some more...

Now blow it out... that's right, wait for it.....


And he throws it away, pissed off.

YES!

Everybody drink! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Get a refill, folks. Another cigarette scene coming up in a minute....


"Oh, the humour is on me now, boys,
The humour is on me now
I will and I must get married,
For the humour is on me now..."

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 19 Dec 03 - 08:43 PM

... meanwhile, in the corner, a furtive drinker is furiously playing the one-arm bandit. It is a new machine, organised by That Fiendish Technical Wizard Jeff - called "The Vatican Jackpot" - to win get Three Bishops in A Row. Three Nuns gets you none. And the Wildcard is Satan...

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: GUEST, Harumph, Huzza and Ahem, Attorneys at Law
Date: 19 Dec 03 - 08:51 PM

From the law offices of: Harumph, Huzza and Ahem, Attorneys at Law

Representing: The Vogon High Command


Dear Mudcat People,

Please be advised of the intent on the part of The Vogon High Command to file suit against The Mudcat Cafe and its members for interfering with the operation of The Vogon High Command's Hyperspatial Bypass. The operation of the establishment known as "The Mudcat Tavern" has altered the fabric of hyperspace within the area of your planet to such an extent that the Hyperspatial Bypass which The Vogon High Command constructed through your planet, originating in the Australian desert and terminating at a point in your United Kingdom where a village known as "Twillingsgate" formerly stood, is no longer operable. In other words, your planet's not big enough for two hyperspatial enterprises and our clients' Bypass was here long before your Tavern.

Your options are as follows:

1) Cease operating your Tavern in a hyperspatial manner. Seal off all doors leading to and from any area not physically contiguous with the Tavern premises.

2) Continue operating your Tavern in a hyperspatial manner and face a lawsuit brought by our clients. The amount of the suit will be equal to the gross amount of toll revenue that The Vogon High Command has lost, is losing, or will lose due to the operation of your Tavern. This is a substantial amount of money, roughly the equivalent of five years income from every person on your planet.

3) Continue operating your Tavern, get sued, lose, don't pay up and our clients will blow your paltry little planet off the face of the galaxy.

We trust that an equitable solution to this matter may be achieved without the necessity of going to court.

Sincerely,

Harumph, Huzza and Ahem, Attorneys at Law

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 19 Dec 03 - 09:08 PM

Naaaa... We can pay that.
I'll ask our good mate George to increase the US Debt.... again... or we could use the profit from The Marminator Project. Say, if we sell them shares in the project...

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Rustic Rebel
Date: 20 Dec 03 - 01:56 AM

I had to leave in a hurry for a couple of days, only had time for a few shots of pumkin pie and I had to fly. Sage I'm glad you drank most of it up, the milk spoils if you don't drink it fast.
Took me two days and 42 drunks later to catch up on what's been going on around here.
I want that burger king guy. He is the main man who is going to sing me to sleep tonight!
What's that you said? Am I what? Hell all I want is another shot of pumkin pie with a side of tequila and I went and got a blown up photo of my dream burger king mans face and I'm going over to hang it on the tree, what's the matter with that?
Just hope the tree is stable when I get near it and it doen't whack me into the jello pit.
I think I must be loaded. I think I just heard a whale singing the 12 days of Christmas.

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 03 - 09:14 AM

RRebel - don't be SILLY! WHy would a Whale be singing the 12 days of Christmas!

It is a squid singing the 12 Days of Christmas. The whale is singing 'Good King Wenceslaus'.

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Geoff the Duck
Date: 20 Dec 03 - 01:52 PM

Outside, the sounds of the squid and whale subside, then return with them both in a strange eerie harmony....

Angelfish we've heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the Main
And the Mermaids in reply
Brushed their golden hair again...

Guuuu-uuuuu-uuuuu-ulf Stream
Keeps us warm at Christmas
Guuuu-uuuuu-uuuuu-ulf Stream
Keeps us warm at Chri-ist-mas

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 21 Dec 03 - 12:19 AM

Does anyone know a sweet song called "The Mermaid"? inquires a raspy voice from the hot tub. Those who were standing crowded around the southern hemisphere door listening to the sweet song of the whale are startled to see a half-fish half-woman seated on the edge of the tub.

At least, I think it is sweet, she whispers. The comb and the glass are there beside her on the plank edge of the pool, and her wet hair is neatly combed all around her (but not concealing much). Mmario is the first to come to his senses, and walks over with a tray of smoked salmon and places it on a table near her elbow. The fish disappears so quickly all in the room can hardly believe it. Reaching out to take Dave's mug of Santa's Old Bollocks she downs it in one long swallow, then begins to sing


Twas Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
When the captain spyed a fair mermaid
With a comb and a glass in her hand

I DO love those songs about me! she croons.

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 21 Dec 03 - 05:16 PM

You know... traditionally the mermaid is fish on the bottom half and human on the top half..... Guess there has to be the odd reversed one somewhere... but why our hot-tub?

Re: the Ducks, and other foul fowl... WE'RE HAVING BEEF, OK? We couldn't find a duck that wasn't still quacking and the goose wouldn 't have fitted into the oven. Manitas wasn't keen on the idea of deer so we're having beef OK? You can lay off the beak treatment please!

LTS

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Gareth
Date: 21 Dec 03 - 07:32 PM

Wot no Lamb ??? - Oh you meant to eat ....... !

Gareth

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Rapparee
Date: 21 Dec 03 - 10:33 PM

Confusion. Who is he, he asked himself. Why is he here?

The answer was simple.

"Landlord, another, if you please."

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: GUEST,Edwina the Mermaid
Date: 22 Dec 03 - 12:35 AM

Sorry, was I standing on my head? inquires the mermaid. Let me introduce myself. I have had the pleasure to tap many castaway barrels and bottles over the years, and I caught a whiff of a wonderful fresh brew on the breath of a passing squid. He told me about this place, said he was on his way back (said something about watching out for the tree). My name is Edwina Stone. My friends all call me Eddy. My mother always liked a good musical joke.

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Dave Bryant
Date: 22 Dec 03 - 04:47 AM

Well I suppose that Liz's mermaid does have one advantage over the more usual configuration ! Anyway her sister is the normal way round and what a wonderful set of vital statistics she has - I would guess she's about 38-22-£7.25/kilo.

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Rapparee
Date: 22 Dec 03 - 07:36 AM

Ah, Eddy, your certainly svelte and fit. Can't weigh much at all....

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 22 Dec 03 - 07:50 AM

... wanders around blinking - it that ANOTHER Rapaire I see? How many are there? What IS this in my glass, I wonder...

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Rapparee
Date: 22 Dec 03 - 08:06 AM

...a Rapaire by any other other name would smell as bad...

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 22 Dec 03 - 12:41 PM

The barkeep has a unnamed brand of a low-carb brew back there behind the bar that he said he kept just for you, Edwina--you must have been here before? I'm sure I heard him call back to Mmario to "bring me some of that Eddy Stone Light!"

Subject: Add:We Be WiseMen Three
From: GUEST,MMario
Date: 22 Dec 03 - 01:39 PM

Does that make me the Keeper of the Eddy Stone Light?

Who's heard this one?

We be wisemen three,
pardonnez moi, je vous en prie
Lately come forth from out of the east
In search of the babe in the manger!

Gifts we bear and gladly bring
Pardonnez moi, je vous en prie
Gold is first, to crown him a king
The babe that is laid in the manger

Frankencense to offer have we
Pardonnez moi, je vous en prie
For the Son of God, and Virgin Marie
the babe that is laid in the manger

Myrhh is third and last of the three
Pardonnez moi, je vous en prie
Fortelling his death though sinless he be
The babe that is laid in the manger

Sing Hossanah Earth Sky and Sea!
Pardonnez moi, je vois en prie
For Born today in Bethl'em City
The babe that is laid in the manger!

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Geoff the Duck
Date: 22 Dec 03 - 02:33 PM

Nice song - is there a tune?
Quack!

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Rapparee
Date: 22 Dec 03 - 03:49 PM

Gee, from her apparent weight I thought she WAS Eddy Stone, light.

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: GUEST,MMario
Date: 22 Dec 03 - 03:51 PM

it uses this one

same as for 'We be Soldiers Three'

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: My guru always said
Date: 22 Dec 03 - 08:11 PM

Curled up under the wing of a kind Duck, the stray Tabby purrs gently following her dainty scoffing of extinct & mythological steaks provided by our miraculous Chef.

Perhaps the bowl of Baileys that some kindly Catter had placed under the harnessed tree had something to do with her contentment. It had taken such a long time to groom all the jello off her fur...

However, the nose is a-twitching & so are the paws. She senses that something is about to happen....

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: GUEST,Edwina the Mermaid
Date: 23 Dec 03 - 01:35 AM

You, in the black hat--Mr. Rapaire--I heard that you have a big chunk of bright red carpet that you're discarding. Is there anything I can do to convince you to let me have some of that wonderous fabric? There's a rock where I sit and sing that could use some padding.

Come, sit here beside me in the tub and let's discuss it.

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Dave Bryant
Date: 23 Dec 03 - 05:57 AM

I've often wondered - how does a mermaid manage to sit anywhere if she hasn't got a bum ?

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 23 Dec 03 - 06:49 AM

very carefully, Dave, very VERY carefully!

I told a fib. We reverted to plan A, we're having a DUCK for Christmas dinner! I think he was Donald. Says on the wrapper he was wild. I can tell you for a fact that he's not so much wild as bloody livid! He even tried to get one of his chicken pals to do me in by jumping off the shelf and trying to frighten me into a heart attack in the store. THEN the little bugger got 3 gammon joints to leap out at me.....

That little ducky bugger is ROAST MEAT!

LTS and Limpit

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Dave Bryant
Date: 23 Dec 03 - 08:16 AM

we're having a DUCK for Christmas dinner! I think he was Donald

Are you sure it's not Geoff ?

We're having a turkey and a duck (which has been at the bottom of the freezer for quite a while) this Christmas. The nice thing about a duck is that you can shred up any of the odd bits of meat left on the carcase, warm it up with a bit of five spice powder etc and then eat it with cucumber, spring onion, plum sauce and mandarin pancakes.

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Geoff the Duck
Date: 23 Dec 03 - 08:32 AM

You can have US for Christmas Dinner if you like - save us cooking - make sure there are PLENTY of sprouts for me.
Quack!
GtD.

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 23 Dec 03 - 06:54 PM

Sprouts have been on the boil for the last 8 months - they might just be done by lunchtime Thursday. Just waiting for the lorryload of parsnips to be delivered and a recipe to turn up.....

LTS

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 03 - 07:19 PM

Understandable - most recipes for turnips do as well for parsnips.   try peeling and slicing, parboil for three minutes. Layer with cheese, sprinkle the top with crumbs, dot with butter and bake until tender and the cheese is bubbly

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Gareth
Date: 23 Dec 03 - 07:28 PM

Liz - Keep DOWN WIND ! I don't want the sheep scared !!

Gareth

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Rustic Rebel
Date: 23 Dec 03 - 11:05 PM

Another duck wonders aimlessly into the bar. He looks about the tavern and finds he is not the lone duck he thought he was. He slowly manuvers up to the she duck and says, "can I buy you a drink?" She lets out a quack, meaning yes. They both prefer swamp water if your so inclined to serve ducks Mr. Barkeep.
After a few drinks the he duck starts to feel a little warmed up to the she duck and says, " how would you like to come to my place where it's safe and warm and wet." She said quack, which meant yes. I would rather come to your house and be eaten, then be eaten here by these humans that only look at me like I am already covered in plum sauce.
So they left.
The End

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 24 Dec 03 - 09:30 AM

Damn, no plum sauce.....

The recipe was for chestnut mousse without 8 pints of whipped cream. Just as well, because I see Mr Bryant has absconded with the cream and is sneaking round the back of the tree towards the hot tub.... Someone help CatsPhiddle, she can't defend herself properly, not with her legs.....






Oops.


Too late.



Anyone got a cloth?

Merry Christmas one and all, even the squid.

LTS

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: GUEST,Kringle
Date: 24 Dec 03 - 02:07 PM

There is the sound of turmoil outside the Australian Door from the Tavern. The sound of hooves clattering on the roof and a jingling of bells.
The Oz door swings open and in steps a portly bearded gentleman wearing wrap-around pink sun shades, stripes of pale blue total sun block on nose and cheeks, a red baseball cap with a very long peak, long green beach robe and a red wellington boots with white fur trim.
Ho Ho Ho... looks like a good party going on here!
He saunters to the bar and looks at the menu. Aurochs! Haven't tastes one of them for centuries!
I'll have a pint of Rudolph's Revenge, then. It's hot thirsty work flying over the Outback and I just need a break for a few minutes. I saw you were open and thought it looked like the place to be...
He slowly sips his pint, then nodding to the assembled company, he heads back out of the door, throwing back a farewell...
I'll see you all later...
The smell of hot animals blows into the Tavern as the sound of hooves once again breaks the relative silence.

The Duck turns to his neighbour and uters the immortal line - "Who Was that Masked Man?"

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Catherine Jayne
Date: 24 Dec 03 - 02:23 PM

I can defend myself with my arm extensions but I need them in place first!

Mmmmm chestnut mousse sounds lovely.

Seems that Dave Bryant is hoping that someone is going to lick all that whipped cream off his person and he doesn't seem to have spread it sparingly...........

Would someone like to remove the duck from the cats mouth again.....If it lasts until tomorrow it will be a small miracle!!

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Geoff the Duck
Date: 24 Dec 03 - 04:31 PM

I hope he's got a very long tongue, or he could be waiting for a long time.
Mind you, if he had a very long tongue, he wouldn't need to cover himself with cream and wait....
Quack!
GtD.

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Little Hawk
Date: 24 Dec 03 - 07:52 PM

The door bursts open, and Shane (aka "Blind DRunk in Blind River") dashes in, crashing headlong into the bar. He carombs off it, says "Hey! Watch it, eh?", trips backwards over the duck, and does a head-over-heels...all without spilling the half-full bottle of Molson Canadian in his hand, but raising a bit of a head on it. "FLIP!!!" he yells, scrambling to his feet, just as his older brother Don (aka "Big Brother") bursts in the door in similar fashion. They are both wearing dirty old plaid lumberjackets, and baseball caps on backwards. One cap says "Go Leafs Go!". The other cap says "I'm With The Asshole ---->", but it doesn't do any good unless you see them going away, because the caps're on backwards, eh?

"You FLIPPIN' RETREAD!!!" yells Don. "That was my last flippin' beer!!!" He starts chasing Shane all around the place, knocking over chairs, crashing into tables, and generally causing way more trouble than one beer could really be worth. Even if it is the last beer.

"This is my idiot brother!" yells Shane, to the general assembly. "He is a major loser...and he's BALD!!! See that? Bald!"

They start the old run around and around the pool table bit...first to the right...then to the left...Shane is trying to down the rest of the beer with a quick swig now and then, between making faces at Don and giving him the finger.

"I'll kill you this time, you bolthole!" yells Don, and with a mighty effort he tips over the entire pool table. Pool balls fly in all directions.

"Holy Flip!" hollers Shane. "Yer gonna have to pay for that, idiot-boy..." he steps on a pool ball, falls flat on his back, and the beer goes flying.

Don makes an incredible diving save and with a triumphant cry gloves the beer, just short of the top corner of the net. "Robbed!!!" he screams. "Robbed in the crease!" He makes a dash for the back door.

"NOOOOOO!" bellows Shane, and follows hot on his brother's heels.

The sound of drunken yelling and bodies crashing into trash cans slowly fades off into the night...

- Christmas Eve in Blind River, Ontario. -

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: MAG
Date: 24 Dec 03 - 08:57 PM

... and that was so unnecessary, seeing as the storeroom has everything on tap ... including my old college beer, Rolling Rock, which I have never even SEEN on tap ...

Merry Happy, everyone. time to cocoon down ...

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 24 Dec 03 - 09:00 PM

Did anyone check to see if that masked man had The Reindeer or The Six White Boomers running gear hooked up to the sleigh?

Robin

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 24 Dec 03 - 09:38 PM

That duck ain't gonna last the night - got the recipe book open on 'orange sauce' right now!!

Er... it turned out a bit more chocolatey than chestnutty..... and it's not what I'd call a mousse, but it's a pudding.

Of sorts.

Gather round, a tiny slice is all you need!

LTS

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: GUEST,Stilly River Sage
Date: 25 Dec 03 - 01:18 AM

Shane certainly cleared some open space. . . thanks to Little Hawk for steering him out the back door!

And the answer to the question of duck for dinner is. . . the freezer section of the local grocery store! We sophisticated Mudcatters know that the losers in the freezer section are nothing like our live ducks on the hoof. The ducks for dinner were thawed by Mmario way back, and stashed in the 'fridge.

catsPHiddle, I think the cat and the duck were just playing. Under normal circumstances the duck would have pecked the shit out of that cat, yet both are clearly happy and healthy, just running around faking us out.

A neighbor brought me a pecan pie--I'll leave it on the bar for anyone who wants to try a tiny piece. To paraphrase a conversation with a friend who one time described an impromptu orgy--a little goes a long way! (But LOOK OUT for that whipped cream!)

Rustic, that story was just too droll. . .

Merry Christmas, all!

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Roger the Skiffler
Date: 25 Dec 03 - 03:22 AM

Well it's still the small hours Mudcat time but it's 08.30 UK time, so Merry Xmas everyone!. Herself has taken two elderly neighbours to church (one blind, one nearly so), my Dad is still asleep, we'll have our stockings when she gets back and proper pressies after lunch so...
Season's Greetings to all.

RtS

Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 25 Dec 03 - 06:42 PM

Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!!

Boy, that duck was good!

The chocolate chestnut pudding afterwards wasn't too bad either. Anyone else want a slice?

LTS