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Post by patty on May 1, 2017 6:05:30 GMT
ah...spending spree over for now..thought Patty..no matter, and she helped BB to her feet and as obviously Peter didn't want Granny Glad in the bar she sit and have a think what to do next...maybe having her ole granny not one of her best plans as she remembered the old ladies application of wooden spoon justice... A small glass Merlot just the thing to have a think with now whose turn to buy?........
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Post by JohnV on May 1, 2017 7:24:41 GMT
John sighed and put his hand in his pocket, counting the pitiful remnants of his money box. "Ah well" he thought "when it's gone, it's gone."
He placed a couple of the remaining coins on the counter "A large merlot please, Barperson ... Thingy, and a flagon of Gruntfuttocks cheapest" He turned and putting on his bestest brave face, smiled (thinly, it must be admitted)
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Post by peterboat on May 1, 2017 15:08:20 GMT
Peter didnt want Grannie Glad in the bar last time she administered her lotions and potions Peter had spent days on the throne!! the rest of the gang hadnt done very well either and John looked like he need feeding up not thinning down, "lets have a BBQ" Peter announced..............................
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Post by patty on May 1, 2017 16:03:45 GMT
'I'm not cooking' says Patty...thats mans work
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Post by peterboat on May 2, 2017 8:18:46 GMT
Peter already had his apron on! he loved BBQ cooking
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Post by phil70 on May 2, 2017 11:17:23 GMT
Phil was hard at it, building a wonderful pyramid of charcoal over half a box of fire lighters,and if the fire lighters failed to do the job, Phil had his failsafe fallback position as chief fire lighter secured by the simple expedient of a gallon of four star (unleaded of course) Mind you he had never had to go down that road..........yet. Phil had heard it rumoured that such action had a habit of not ending well but as Phil was well blessed with cavalier attitude he couldn't see a problem
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Post by peterboat on May 2, 2017 13:44:38 GMT
Neither could Peter who had also put a jerry can of petrol on the BBQ as well he was sure when someone went close enough to light it all would be well
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Post by phil70 on May 3, 2017 21:25:21 GMT
WHOOOOSH!! WHUMPH!! Phil emerged from the fireball relatively unscathed that is apart from the eyebrows. " Kinell those are damn fine fire lighters, not going to need the petrol after all" said Flappy Peter wad quietly whistling to himself and trying to look sort of all innocent. No matter the fact was the Barbie was well and truly alight so all Peter and Flappy had to do was launch the food onto the grill and wait.
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Post by peterboat on May 4, 2017 8:18:17 GMT
Peter appeared with the food he had teleported to Underwoods and "borrowed" a pile of meat, sausages and assorted goodies Phil and he were really looking forward to this big BBQ. Now all they needed was the drink and the punters to do justice to the feast being prepared............................
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Post by patty on May 4, 2017 9:04:23 GMT
Patty sat watching the towering inferno...... she didn't know much about any method of cooking but to her it seemed as if flames tad fierce..maybe she'd get her fireman friends to come just in case..Peter wanted punters and if it all went wrong the lads could save her. she wondered if there would be any chance of bit of food or whether she should stick to the liquid diet... she had read somewhere that burnt food very bad for you..she'd have to get her 10 a day from pressed grapes... another Merlot please...err think its to go on Flappy's tab.....oh and whatever the boys want to drink.....
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Post by peterboat on May 4, 2017 10:26:00 GMT
Peter set up the clothes drier about 10 foot away from the BBQ and pegged all the food to it soon it was sizzling nicely oh those of little faith he thought
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Post by phil70 on May 4, 2017 19:21:06 GMT
Phil and Peter stood and watched as the assorted food began to grill when suddenly Peter had a eureka moment. Peter attached a length of baler twine to Taff's collar, the other end was tied to the rotary airer,the idea was that Taff would trot round so turning the airer into a rotisserie. The only problem was to persuade Taff to move Phil came up with the solution, to simply attach Taff's favourite bone to another arm of the airer and Taff would just keep trotting so the food would be nicely grilled all round
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Post by loafer on May 4, 2017 23:08:03 GMT
The Unstable Bar Thunderboat
Dear Sir/Madam
I am writing to inform you of the unfortunate circumstances surrounding Loafer's prolonged absence. Mrs Loafer has imprisoned him in their bathroom until he has re-built the entire thing, into a proper walk-through wet-room with gold taps an' that.
Loafer regrets to inform his fellow boozers here that he won't be released anytime soon, and that they should all carry on boldly as they were before. Poops was heard to add 'parp' as we about to go to press.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 23:10:06 GMT
Just fabulous, when are you actually going though?
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Post by patty on May 4, 2017 23:50:20 GMT
Patty was very sorry to hear that Mrs Loafer had decided to imprison poor ole Loafer in the bathroom to ensure he completed his D-I-Y makeover...terrible fate for any man...she was sooooooooo glad hers a free spirit.......and decided just maybe an insy wincy G and T tipple would be just the thing....... Watching the rotary err rotating 'a la Taff' was only gonna end one way...sure enough it spun skywards with the unfortunate hound suspended before gravity bound connecting with the earth below where upon a happy Taffy and gravy stained cat were seen to be consuming all the edibles...... ah well she thought theres always that mobile app..whatever that was and proceeded to order a bit of this n that to feed her friends....
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