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Post by Destry on May 7, 2023 8:13:07 GMT
Hello
Today is Mrs D's birthday. We are off to see the Van Gogh Immersive Experience followed by lunch at The Ivy Brasserie, Victoria.
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Post by Destry on May 7, 2023 9:22:37 GMT
Killed it.
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Post by amipal on May 7, 2023 9:41:43 GMT
I'm recovering from the blanket boys and looked in to see if what was left of crank to still be functional... I hurt badly (flu is no joke with a bundle of other health problems), but cranky's ghost will be in a much worse state! I was waiting for a fast-jet to punch through that valley! Either way, gorgeous landscape. Hope you feel better soon, Chumbles. |
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Post by amipal on May 7, 2023 9:48:19 GMT
Hello Today is Mrs D's birthday. We are off to see the Van Gogh Immersive Experience followed by lunch at The Ivy Brasserie, Victoria. My partner and I are seeing that in Brighton on Friday! |
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Post by Felice Landry on May 7, 2023 10:01:24 GMT
Hello Today is Mrs D's birthday. We are off to see the Van Gogh Immersive Experience followed by lunch at The Ivy Brasserie, Victoria. Tell us what you both had and whether you liked it please. Also Happy Birthday Mrs D. |
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Post by Ozymandias Kane on May 7, 2023 10:16:00 GMT
Hello Today is Mrs D's birthday. We are off to see the Van Gogh Immersive Experience followed by lunch at The Ivy Brasserie, Victoria. Happy Bday Mrs D, good luck Mr D. (with your day). |
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Post by Ozymandias Kane on May 7, 2023 10:25:47 GMT
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morning gamer maniacs.
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Post by MrTiddles on May 7, 2023 10:46:09 GMT
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Post by Felice Landry on May 7, 2023 10:51:15 GMT
It's not "Howdy"
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Post by MrTiddles on May 7, 2023 11:15:24 GMT
Last night, I consumed a battered cod with 'chip shop' curry sauce plus cheese & onion mash. I only mention this as it was surprisingly tasty and better than the usual crud I scoff.
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Post by Sheep2 on May 7, 2023 11:17:16 GMT
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Post by amipal on May 7, 2023 11:19:33 GMT
Everyone else still high on coronation-fumes? Gawd bless ‘is majesty!
I’m still reeling from this:
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Post by crankcaller on May 7, 2023 11:31:26 GMT
I feel absolutely terrible.
Which one of you spiked my drink?
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Post by Faceless on May 7, 2023 11:51:09 GMT
I did a 10k run this morning. Signed up to it a few weeks ago then completely forgot until yesterday, so wasn't particularly prepared. It was out in the sticks, so I was expecting mud, but it was only when I got there I discovered it also involved 800ft of elevation
As a result I am now dead, and intend to remain so for the rest of the day
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Post by dakylosaurus419 on May 7, 2023 12:07:03 GMT
up all night last night fuelled by a powerful combination of rum, stimulants and blue chews. I only know half the folk here and I'm not normally good with strangers, but I was fucked enough to be at ease last night. Sociable. Is muffrat being sex people in a 17th century mansion? On the King's birthday? This country. |
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Post by stxdpr on May 7, 2023 12:07:42 GMT
Who apart from chumbles is feeling worse? Crank, faceless or muffrat?
Hope no more of your ops are affected by strikes Mr C.
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Post by MrTiddles on May 7, 2023 12:08:16 GMT
I did not get drunk last night, nor did I do a 10k run this morning.
I am fine.
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Post by Shenguin on May 7, 2023 12:27:23 GMT
I did a 10k run this morning. Signed up to it a few weeks ago then completely forgot until yesterday, so wasn't particularly prepared. It was out in the sticks, so I was expecting mud, but it was only when I got there I discovered it also involved 800ft of elevation As a result I am now dead, and intend to remain so for the rest of the day Signing up for a 10k run isn't legally binding. You can just sack it off, you sack. This post is for information purposes only, and does not constitute legal advice. Always consult a lawyer if needed. Brought to you by Shenguin Shenguin and Thirdname LLP. |
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Post by Felice Landry on May 7, 2023 12:50:06 GMT
I wouldn't trust S,S&T if they don't understand the T&C's of signing up for a 10K run.
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Post by MrTiddles on May 7, 2023 12:54:27 GMT
I'm a B,B&F man, myself. Fark knows his onions.
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Post by lazybones on May 7, 2023 13:03:34 GMT
Penny Morduant carrying that huge sword kinda gives me the hots. send help. I want to disagree, but I can't Me too. |
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Post by lazybones on May 7, 2023 13:05:15 GMT
I’ve been mucking about with ChatGPT …
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Post by Sheep2 on May 7, 2023 13:07:33 GMT
A posh Tory lady with a sword is no basis for a system of government
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Post by lazybones on May 7, 2023 13:07:41 GMT
The stage is set with two chairs, one slightly taller than the other. Greg Wallace enters from stage right and takes a seat in the taller chair. John Torode enters from stage left and takes a seat in the shorter chair.
Greg: (gesturing to the empty space between them) Well, John, here we are.
John: (nodding) Indeed, Greg. Ready for our last meal?
Greg: (smiling) You know it. What did you choose?
John: (pausing for a moment) A simple roast chicken.
Greg: (raising an eyebrow) Really? That's it?
John: (shrugging) Sometimes the simplest things are the best.
Greg: (nodding in agreement) Fair enough. I went for something a bit more complex: a seafood platter with lobster, scallops, and prawns.
John: (whistling) That sounds fancy.
Greg: (chuckling) Well, I figured if it's my last meal, might as well go out in style.
John: (smiling) I like your thinking. So, what do we do now?
Greg: (leaning back in his chair) I suppose we wait.
John: (nodding) Wait for what?
Greg: (shrugging) I don't know. Something to happen, I guess.
John: (smiling) Ah, the Beckettian approach.
Greg: (laughing) You caught me. I figured if we're going to have our last meal, might as well make it a bit existential.
John: (nodding in agreement) I like it.
There is a long pause as they sit in silence, staring out at the empty stage.
Greg: (breaking the silence) You know, John, I never thought it would end like this.
John: (turning to him) How did you think it would end?
Greg: (shrugging) I don't know. Maybe in a blaze of glory, or quietly in my sleep.
John: (nodding) Yeah, I know what you mean. But I guess this is it.
Greg: (smiling) At least we have good food to go out on.
John: (laughing) That's true. And good company.
They sit in silence once more, staring out at the empty stage as the lights slowly fade to black.
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Post by lazybones on May 7, 2023 13:09:33 GMT
Title: Nigel Slater's Last Supper
Act 1
The stage is dimly lit. A single table is set in the center, surrounded by darkness. Nigel Slater is hunched over the table, slowly stirring a pot of soup.
Nigel: (muttering to himself) This is it. The end of the road. The final act.
He pauses and looks up at the empty space around him.
Nigel: (whispering) Is anyone there?
Silence.
Nigel: (resuming his stirring) I remember all the meals I cooked, the people I fed. But now, I am alone.
He takes a spoonful of soup and tastes it.
Nigel: (coughing) It's terrible.
He pours the soup down the drain and begins chopping vegetables.
Nigel: (to himself) The ingredients of life. The things we cling to, hoping to find meaning.
He stops chopping and looks up again.
Nigel: (whispering) Is anyone there?
Silence.
Nigel resumes chopping, tears streaming down his face.
Act 2
The table is set with a few plates and silverware. Nigel sits at the head of the table, staring into the empty space.
Nigel: (whispering) I'm ready.
He takes a deep breath and begins serving himself a portion of the meal.
Nigel: (smiling) My last supper. A meal fit for a king.
He takes a bite and chews slowly.
Nigel: (muttering) Terry's roast beef. My mother's apple pie. All gone now.
He takes another bite and chokes.
Nigel: (coughing) It's terrible.
He pushes the plate away and begins to cough violently.
Nigel: (gasping) Is anyone there?
Silence.
Nigel falls to the ground, clutching his chest.
Nigel: (whispering) Goodbye.
He takes one last breath and the lights fade to black.
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