Unofficial Christ's Hospital Forum

Vonny wrote:

Emma Jane wrote:
ok, so the last line needs a bit of work.

How about

And he promptly threw up in the bin

Seems quite fitting to me!

No, I'm not really one for reverse peristalsis.

There you go... everyone else bar the person it's about appreciates my artistic talent Richard!

Richard Ruck wrote:

Vonny wrote:

Emma Jane wrote:
ok, so the last line needs a bit of work.

How about

And he promptly threw up in the bin

Seems quite fitting to me!

No, I'm not really one for reverse peristalsis.

Richard Ruck wrote:Enjoy it - it's a lovely evening!

By the way, have you thought of promoting your business through the Old Blues network?

Must be loads of O.B.s who want decent piccies of their offspring....

It's a horrible evening in London

Squally showers - police everywhere getting in the way - at least I am home and most kids bathed and in bed - a cheap bottle of cotes du (de? where's Louis Bardou whan you need "im) Rhone already finished and the second is open and keen to get started.

How d'you get onto the OB network?

And can they afford my exorbitant prices?

Have a look here - http://www.oldblues.com/oldblues2oldblues.htm

Emma Jane wrote:

huntertitus wrote: Not at my club - people as young as you and as old as 80 smoke rollups there and drink copious amounts of alcohol.

Your club??
Pray tell..

It's a place in Chelsea.

If you are a member you have a magic key to get in.

There is a dear old lady called Mrs Lushington who does the garden.

It was started by Whistler and friends in about 1890.

There's a fabulous portrait of him in the dining room with long and sharp whiskers.

Sometimes people who you meet there take you off to places and you then don't get home until sunrise.

huntertitus wrote:
It's a place in Chelsea.

If you are a member you have a magic key to get in.

There is a dear old lady called Mrs Lushington who does the garden.

It was started by Whistler and friends in about 1890.

There's a fabulous portrait of him in the dining room with long and sharp whiskers.

Sometimes people who you meet there take you off to places and you then don't get home until sunrise.

Now you's just extracting the urine...
Good Cotes du Rhone?

Richard Ruck wrote:Have a look here - http://www.oldblues.com/oldblues2oldblues.htm

Christ ('s Hospital) Alive! I thought YOU would be in bed after all that gin or whatever it was - Can't you STOP???

Are you near the BASS (fish joke wearing thin) of the litre bottle?

And what happened to quarts?

Watches are quartz now.

Except for mine

Given to me by a very pretty ex-girlfriend and is a 1930s wind-up

Emma Jane wrote:

huntertitus wrote:
It's a place in Chelsea.

If you are a member you have a magic key to get in.

There is a dear old lady called Mrs Lushington who does the garden.

It was started by Whistler and friends in about 1890.

There's a fabulous portrait of him in the dining room with long and sharp whiskers.

Sometimes people who you meet there take you off to places and you then don't get home until sunrise.

Now you's just extracting the urine...
Good Cotes du Rhone?

Darling I didn't say GOOD C du R I said CHEAP C du R

And I don't tale the p unless people deserve it

And if you thought I was T the P by inventing the club I can take you there but I don't know if I should as you are half my age and anyway DONT TALK TO STRANGERS!

I can enjoy gin till the cows come home.

Seriarsely, though. Round up some more business!

less than half - be truthful! (and only one third of mine )

huntertitus wrote:Darling I didn't say GOOD C du R I said CHEAP C du R

And I don't tale the p unless people deserve it

And if you thought I was T the P by inventing the club I can take you there but I don't know if I should as you are half my age and anyway DONT TALK TO STRANGERS!

Hey sweetpea, age ain't nothing but a number (la la la la)
And what is this, pick on someone younger than you night? What's the prize?

OK emma - you win the prize for the quickest to get to 100
Now rest your eyes and typing finger.

Um, ok.

In a kind of "Sir, yes Sir!" kinda way

congrats lovely grecian