Anticant's new car has arrived - at last - so more driving than blogging this weekend.
The Beadle is drained by his unaccustomed literary outpourings, so is taking a rest cure.
Ben is holding the fort and stocking up the Snug bar.
Wooffie is looking as demure as always.
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GASEOUS Christ, writhing & boiling in Hell, there goes the absolute effing LAST of the effing ozone-layer, eh? Grandpa Wook
Well said, Variat Wook.
However, soon we may be running these cars on 'Fire and Brimstone'.
Decommissioned long ago, Zola, but in its heyday had advanced driver's prowess. Not for discussion in the Burrow in front of the children, if you don't mind!
Really, some of your interventions drive me to distraction...
Really?
Yes - mothballed long ago, and if you lot don't self-moderate your comments Ben will be instructed to lace the Snug grog with bromide.
No priapic postings in the Burrow.
By Order
merkin, more like Piss & Vinegar, I should think, vinegar at least helps cut the mustard & dissolve away the dried exudate of divers priapic musings, thus keeping the lovely 3rd century Roman tiles in the Burrow foyer shining lovely!
s/Wook, CC & Sentenced-To-Serve Penile, er, Penal Labour Supt
I am sure that would be a book to more than rival Papillon.
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