Friday, 17 May 2013

What a Cock(erel)


A few days late but no less welcome for that.

Part II, 'The Wrath of Marcia' to follow...


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  1. I was going to get the chickens behind me to reply in a similar way!
    Lovely

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    1. Now that would be worth seeing!

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  2. I can hear the screams from here!

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    1. Good Lord, really? Are you sure it isn't just your local 7/11 being shot up? One can never really be sure nowadays.

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  3. Oh dear. If we hear no more from you then we'll know just how much Marcia enjoyed it.
    You could become Mr T's doppleganger!

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    1. I am afraid that with a back as fragile as mine, I would never be able to carry the bling.

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  4. Happy Birthday! And Hello from Toronto Ontario Canada. My daughter and I watched the video together.
    Carol and Sally

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    1. For goodness' sake don't let your undoubtedly lovely and innocent daughter read some of my other posts, they can be pretty colourful. Sorry, you are from Canada, I mean colorful.

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  5. Happy birthday, Tom. Love the haircut. I was thinking it looked like a mohawk, but the word you were seeking was rooster. Or cock(erel).

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    1. I like Mohawk. I was pretty dumbstruck there for a second or two but I honestly could not remember the word for Rooster. I guess you noticed.

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  6. I like the cockscomb! and lovely to see so many happy smiles.

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    1. They are nice children, aren't they?

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  7. Hippo with a Hoxton Fin!!

    Never let it me said that you are old, fat and behind the times!
    You can join me in being Old fat and irredeemably cool!!!
    SBW

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    1. Sadly, Marcia made me lose the cool so I am now just old and fat again!

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  8. What a good fellow you are for fostering the kids...

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    1. Well, I hadn't anything else interesting to do so I thought 'why not?' I can no longer imagine those quiet bachelor days I enjoyed reading and getting pleasantly squiffy between jobs and since I never mastered the art of cooking for one, at least the food isn't wasted on generally disloyal dogs. I have six of the little buggers (kids, not dogs) running around me at the moment only one of whom sprang from my loins.

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  9. What a delightful man you are!
    Els from Amsterdam

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