LibertyBlush

I apologise for my absence but I've been scanning through the threads all day and I've been shrieking with mirf to such an extent I'm on my third G&T. I'm so glad I've discovered you all and on my very doorstep as well. Ted Max you're deliciously funny and articulate. I love the way you write. HonaloochieB if I were to be in chokey I'd easily pass the years with your witty musings. Dulwichmum you're an inspiration to all us ladies of wealth. Brendan I love your eccentric observations. Bigbadwolf I don't usually go in for base humour but you're now my guilty secret. Very funny. *Bob* I can't help but chuckle at everything you write whether it be the weather or price of fish. Moos you're a clever well of humour that sets an example to the modern woman. Sorry if I've missed anyone out but the above have had me in their grip all afternoon. Keep it up!!

Mr HonaloochieB. I'm a married woman but a man of your comedic abilities shouldn't see himself single for very long.

Mick Mac Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- Alls fair in love and war on this forum. I should hope so. Jah Lush. Is your baby sitter aware that you're online?

Is Ms Ono wearing a pair of her late husbands underwear back to front? I mean I've heard of accessorizing but she looks like a complete berk.

Thank you Iain, it's one of Mr Blush's creations. If however you don't have the ingredients or indeed patience to make a Mojito then take note. Take one half of a watermelon. Take some crushed ice. Put both the deseeded chunks of watermelon flesh and crushed ice into a blender. Blend. Pour the mixture into a cocktail shaker. Top it off with either cold lemonade or ginger beer (I prefer lemonade) and then add a generous amount of white Rum. Shake and then slip into a paradise of refreshment. It really does make one's toes tingle.

What 'tit' would that be?

The mere suggestion of a Mojito accompanied with cold, crushed watermelon makes me go week at the knees.

Whoops, wrong thread.

The mere mention of a Mojito accompanied with some cold, crush watermelon makes me weak at the knees.

Was that really necessary young lady?

I always imagined that Mr Winstone would smell of spit and sawdust. He's certainly a gravelly chap, whatever that means...

Firstly, thank you all for your warm welcome. Secondly, Jah Lush (he or she?). I found your contribution to be bizarre and unworthy of grown up discourse. Whatever would cause you to associate the character of a children's fairytale with trans gender surgery is beyond me. I shall however put it down to harmless joshing. I spent last night reading some of the threads of discussion and have come to the conclusion that you're all a curious and witty bunch. I've encountered the dulwichmum and can confirm that we are not the same person although she is most certainly an entertaining writer. Yes Mick Mac, it would seem that I shall have to rely on my experience in the foreign office. I know how to deal with flak though. I'm a freelance war correspondent for the British and American press. Now, it's time for tea and scones. Toodle pip...

In my travelled experience the seasons present themselves in habitual shades.

Why, does she own her freehold?

Who is this Dulwichmum? Forgive me for being unfamiliar, but is she local?