dogsmilk wrote:
I'm in Reading in the royal county of Berkshire (don'tchaknow)

Here we dine on quail eggs and tiger feet, ride our ponies to work and rhyme house with mice.

We're all personal friends of the Windsors and enjoy peasant* shooting on their land.



* not a typo

I'll bet you ride bareback on corgis too.

Bareback and side saddle.

EDIT - To ride an animal bareback is to do so without a saddle. Not to be confused with the other definition of bareback which is to engage in anal sex without the use of a condom.
I always wear a condom when I have anal sex with corgis.
Just wanted to clear that up.

hugorune wrote:
So, remind me again, when is the forum meet-up?

jhado wrote:
Dunno but I think it's on a barge. Shall I bring my own corgis?

hugorune wrote:
Didn't you start a thread about Sketty eating your corgis once ?
dunno , might have been Irrie/colonel mustard.

But honestly, have you seen the price of hiring corgis these days? It's outrageous, I'm telling you.

jhado wrote:
I find it very hard to imagine skett chowing down on a corgi. There ain't much eating on those things.

They are pretty expensive to hire, it's true, and some folk like to use the less expensive daschund instead but nothing beats the feeling of a genuine corgi beneath you toes.

hugorune wrote:
My Granpa's Granpa bequeathed me a pair of corgi-skin slippers, they are still so soft today. Lined with softened,organic, peacocks eye-brows

Luxury lad, luxury.
When I were t'lad peacocks used to dream of having eyebrows.

feather wrote:
Why? were they a delicacy where you lived? We had a great chippy that did deep-fried peacocks, in a Mars Bar batter, with sweet and sour sauce, and a sick-bag.

Bless, someone signed up just to defend scousers.

oioioi wrote: Probably someone from The Sun's circulation dept trying to boost sales.

Or maybe Boris trying to get his Fat Wahhh lifted.
or maybe not

jhado wrote: Aye that forrin muck doesn't agree with our delicate palate and can create spontaneous nuclear fusion if it comes into contact with Irn Bru or Buckfast and ain't nobody got time for that.

Of course I was meaning sadleless, Hugo. Bearing in mind it took me ages to twig that your purple headed mountain was rude, it would never occur to me to suggest anything vulgar.

When I accidentally consume a bit of grit with my veg, my body coats it in many layers of nacre to protect the delicate tripes. Then after a bit I pass a beautiful, lustrous orb. That's where pearls come from. I'll bet you didn't know that.

Gilly wrote:
I didn't know that. I thought pearls were oyster pooh.

hugorune wrote:
No, I make them all. If I get very agitated, they come out as diamonds instead.

oioioi wrote:
@ Oioioi

Just to let Mr Oioioi know I did get round to watching Inbred this weekend. And I did enjoy it. I found it to be a pleasing mix of respectable low budget effects, outright silliness and a bit brutal with some good jokes and surprisingly decent acting with actual characters, with the main 'Inbred' being great. It didn't make much sense, but I didn't expect it to. And it confounded horror stereotype insofar as it didn't feature an emergent female lead who screams a lot and then survives after a climatic boss fight. The ending was actually pretty good.
You may be disappointed to learn the Yorkshire aspect was rather incidental.

The verdict - entertaining daft horror romp.

There was an indication of sneak dissin noted tonight....

Directed at someone in M________r.

feather wrote:
Oh that had me in stitches!

I'm a Liverpool FC fan, from Essex, living in Yorkshire.. just saying.