Tell Us Something Really Trivial About Your Life (Vol 34)
Discussion
Bomma R1 said:
Are you absolutely certain they're wasps?
I wouldn't venture up there unless I was properly "tooled up"...
yes they are, but they are the smaller type, not the big buggers you get in the height of summer,I wouldn't venture up there unless I was properly "tooled up"...
Think their called Yellow Jacket wasps.
Edited by fatboy18 on Wednesday 8th July 11:42
StuntmanMike said:
Right. We all work in a Stately home, we are all servants.
What do we do?
Dicky is definitely head butler.
Bobbers is tricky. I’m thinking head cook.
Glenners has to be the limo driver ( can’t spell the other word, even spell check can’t help me ). With a glint in his eye, and an eye on the young duchess.
I was going to be the car guy, but I guess we all are really. I suppose I could be a dogsbody to the head butler and chief oil lamp lighter and spoon polisher?
Bit stuck on the rest!
Bomma could be the landlord of the local inn, with inside knowledge of everything that goes on in the house.
WS, he helps the ladies on with their boots, he is the paid shoe horn.
Fatboy, gamekeeper?
Slopes, grounds man and in charge of the kennels.
Dibble, village poacher?
Can’t think of any more.... this is lame.
I’m bored
Driver? What do we do?
Dicky is definitely head butler.
Bobbers is tricky. I’m thinking head cook.
Glenners has to be the limo driver ( can’t spell the other word, even spell check can’t help me ). With a glint in his eye, and an eye on the young duchess.
I was going to be the car guy, but I guess we all are really. I suppose I could be a dogsbody to the head butler and chief oil lamp lighter and spoon polisher?
Bit stuck on the rest!
Bomma could be the landlord of the local inn, with inside knowledge of everything that goes on in the house.
WS, he helps the ladies on with their boots, he is the paid shoe horn.
Fatboy, gamekeeper?
Slopes, grounds man and in charge of the kennels.
Dibble, village poacher?
Can’t think of any more.... this is lame.
I’m bored
f
k that, I'm retired! Anyway, my eyes aren't good enough to see though these cataracts, so I just content myself with flying the Sunderland when required, and the odd night op in the Lysander whenever Magoo needs resupplying.
Last time I drove the Lagonda, I would have ended up in the canal if Battert's new Ancient Stone Circle hadn't got in the way.
And Bomma is no publican, he is our Ordnance Specialist, Hangar Superintendent, Keeper of the Pelican, Waver of Dangerous Semi-Automatic Very Scary Weapons, and Futtette Fancier.
The local hostelry, the Bell & Leper, is run by Frank, a surly, cantankerous, humourless, mysogenist bully who keeps a rather excellent pint and has many shadowy money-making scams going, and can supply virtually anything you could think of - but at a price!
But he won't do that.
Dicky is our Founder, our Public Relations Officer, and current Custodian of All Matters Trivial.
He can also bake a mean cake
Slopes is a bit of a loose cannon, a tad trigger-happy, but our Man in the Field*, so to speak, who operates on the fringes** of polite society, ready to nip in the bud the slightest sign of insurrection.
* No, that's not him over there, that's just a scarecrow.
Or is it? He is a master of disguise. ** And no, he's not a hairdresser, it's Magoo who has the MX-5.
Pericoloso was our Foreign Travel and Pasta Correspondent until the start of the lockdown, but seems to have gone to ground, so he could be anywhere. Probably shacked up with Suzy Dent.
Dibble is preoccupied with The Idiot, Lovely GF, and is simultaneously growing new legbones. He is also our Strong Arm of The Law, so tell him nothing. OK? Just keep schtumm.
ApO is Curator of The Bunker and will accommodate us should the worst happen when Bomma gets his hand on a few spare Blue Steels or surplus Tridents.
Pushfit is a bit of an enigma, with plans to move his centre of operations to a hollowed-out volcano on a remote island somewhere off-grid, with the help of his robot army and his WW2 Willys Jeep with new seat stuffing, surrounded by voluptuous lovelies.
P5BNij is our Rovering Rail Correspondent, in charge of signalling to us whenever noteable '60s Celebrity Trivia is required, and also the go-to man for informative snippets about Minis, Biba, and Mary Quant.
White Stiletto is our Lookout Man on the Estuary Outpost to give us clear warning should anything be approaching up the River.
I think he is also in charge of the tea trolley this week.
That's all I've got time for now,
I apologise for missing out Bobbers, but I'm desperate to go to the loo, and anyway, he's busy grappling with his neighbour's coving, so he probably won't even notice.
Back soon.
StuntmanMike said:
Right. We all work in a Stately home, we are all servants.
What do we do?
Fatboy, gamekeeper?
What games do I need to bring?What do we do?
Fatboy, gamekeeper?
I think I have a pack of cards somewhere and a set of Darts,
Might have a checkers set somewhere and a couple of table tennis bats?
Just going up in the loft to check.....oh hang on, not sure if all the black and yellow barstuards are dead yet
fatboy18 said:
StuntmanMike said:
Right. We all work in a Stately home, we are all servants.
What do we do?
Fatboy, gamekeeper?
What games do I need to bring?What do we do?
Fatboy, gamekeeper?
I think I have a pack of cards somewhere and a set of Darts,
Might have a checkers set somewhere and a couple of table tennis bats?
Just going up in the loft to check.....oh hang on, not sure if all the black and yellow barstuards are dead yet
Failing that, we'll all just watch the Ladies Beach Volleyball.
glenrobbo said:
StuntmanMike said:
Right. We all work in a Stately home, we are all servants.
What do we do?
Dicky is definitely head butler.
Bobbers is tricky. I’m thinking head cook.
Glenners has to be the limo driver ( can’t spell the other word, even spell check can’t help me ). With a glint in his eye, and an eye on the young duchess.
I was going to be the car guy, but I guess we all are really. I suppose I could be a dogsbody to the head butler and chief oil lamp lighter and spoon polisher?
Bit stuck on the rest!
Bomma could be the landlord of the local inn, with inside knowledge of everything that goes on in the house.
WS, he helps the ladies on with their boots, he is the paid shoe horn.
Fatboy, gamekeeper?
Slopes, grounds man and in charge of the kennels.
Dibble, village poacher?
Can’t think of any more.... this is lame.
I’m bored
Driver? What do we do?
Dicky is definitely head butler.
Bobbers is tricky. I’m thinking head cook.
Glenners has to be the limo driver ( can’t spell the other word, even spell check can’t help me ). With a glint in his eye, and an eye on the young duchess.
I was going to be the car guy, but I guess we all are really. I suppose I could be a dogsbody to the head butler and chief oil lamp lighter and spoon polisher?
Bit stuck on the rest!
Bomma could be the landlord of the local inn, with inside knowledge of everything that goes on in the house.
WS, he helps the ladies on with their boots, he is the paid shoe horn.
Fatboy, gamekeeper?
Slopes, grounds man and in charge of the kennels.
Dibble, village poacher?
Can’t think of any more.... this is lame.
I’m bored
f
k that, I'm retired! Anyway, my eyes aren't good enough to see though these cataracts, so I just content myself with flying the Sunderland when required, and the odd night op in the Lysander whenever Magoo needs resupplying.
Last time I drove the Lagonda, I would have ended up in the canal if Battert's new Ancient Stone Circle hadn't got in the way.
And Bomma is no publican, he is our Ordnance Specialist, Hangar Superintendent, Keeper of the Pelican, Waver of Dangerous Semi-Automatic Very Scary Weapons, and Futtette Fancier.
The local hostelry, the Bell & Leper, is run by Frank, a surly, cantankerous, humourless, mysogenist bully who keeps a rather excellent pint and has many shadowy money-making scams going, and can supply virtually anything you could think of - but at a price!
But he won't do that.
Dicky is our Founder, our Public Relations Officer, and current Custodian of All Matters Trivial.
He can also bake a mean cake
Slopes is a bit of a loose cannon, a tad trigger-happy, but our Man in the Field*, so to speak, who operates on the fringes** of polite society, ready to nip in the bud the slightest sign of insurrection.
* No, that's not him over there, that's just a scarecrow.
Or is it? He is a master of disguise. ** And no, he's not a hairdresser, it's Magoo who has the MX-5.
Pericoloso was our Foreign Travel and Pasta Correspondent until the start of the lockdown, but seems to have gone to ground, so he could be anywhere. Probably shacked up with Suzy Dent.
Dibble is preoccupied with The Idiot, Lovely GF, and is simultaneously growing new legbones. He is also our Strong Arm of The Law, so tell him nothing. OK? Just keep schtumm.
ApO is Curator of The Bunker and will accommodate us should the worst happen when Bomma gets his hand on a few spare Blue Steels or surplus Tridents.
Pushfit is a bit of an enigma, with plans to move his centre of operations to a hollowed-out volcano on a remote island somewhere off-grid, with the help of his robot army and his WW2 Willys Jeep with new seat stuffing, surrounded by voluptuous lovelies.
P5BNij is our Rovering Rail Correspondent, in charge of signalling to us whenever noteable '60s Celebrity Trivia is required, and also the go-to man for informative snippets about Minis, Biba, and Mary Quant.
White Stiletto is our Lookout Man on the Estuary Outpost to give us clear warning should anything be approaching up the River.
I think he is also in charge of the tea trolley this week.
That's all I've got time for now,
I apologise for missing out Bobbers, but I'm desperate to go to the loo, and anyway, he's busy grappling with his neighbour's coving, so he probably won't even notice.
Back soon.
Stick me on furlough and I’ll take 80% of the usual recompense while I sit here in the Scrungeon.
What ho chaps!!!
Glossing............
A touch of enlightenment young master StuntmanMike, we don't work at Trivial Towers, we're all residents with various responsibilities and official uniforms, as glenrobbo started listing out our various roles and responsibilities I'll add my own, I'm the resident buffoon and keeper of the axiseseses!!! My beautiful tailored uniform from Gieves and Hawks is a pair of riggers boots, a green mankini, a pink tutu, my dress jacket with gold tasseled epaulettes, tasseled nipple clamps and a pork pie hat!!! Do you like it? Does it suit me?? Would you like a nice bare hug???
Glossing............
A touch of enlightenment young master StuntmanMike, we don't work at Trivial Towers, we're all residents with various responsibilities and official uniforms, as glenrobbo started listing out our various roles and responsibilities I'll add my own, I'm the resident buffoon and keeper of the axiseseses!!! My beautiful tailored uniform from Gieves and Hawks is a pair of riggers boots, a green mankini, a pink tutu, my dress jacket with gold tasseled epaulettes, tasseled nipple clamps and a pork pie hat!!! Do you like it? Does it suit me?? Would you like a nice bare hug???
Hello you lot.
My my its hot here today. I've been plastering this morning and now I'm home and all loaded up with the digger and tools for digging out foundations early doors tomorrow.
I see I've not been given a position at Trivton mansions,which is fine as the travel cost would be horrendous.
My my its hot here today. I've been plastering this morning and now I'm home and all loaded up with the digger and tools for digging out foundations early doors tomorrow.
I see I've not been given a position at Trivton mansions,which is fine as the travel cost would be horrendous.
When I was delivering cars, I dropped one off at a body and paint place out in the sticks that had a good solid line in mod scooter restoration and refurbishment. On the strength of this he also had hangers on, aged mods who came to sit and talk and who would have been someone given the chance. I remarked on a particularly garish paint job and the guy said I should have seen the all over pink one he did. The trainspotters elderly mods were ribbing him about it and demanded to know who would commission such a thing. He told them, if they kept it quiet, his client was Pete Townsend. An avalanche of derision was forthcoming and continued until the door creaked open and Pete Townsend looked in and said, "Hello, I thought I'd pop in and how you're getting on with my wife's scooter." The diehard Saturday night punch up mods were all struck dumb. This amused the body shop owner no end.
Magooagain said:
Hello you lot.
My my its hot here today. I've been plastering this morning and now I'm home and all loaded up with the digger and tools for digging out foundations early doors tomorrow.
I see I've not been given a position at Trivton mansions,which is fine as the travel cost would be horrendous.
You are Our Man in Gaul. My my its hot here today. I've been plastering this morning and now I'm home and all loaded up with the digger and tools for digging out foundations early doors tomorrow.
I see I've not been given a position at Trivton mansions,which is fine as the travel cost would be horrendous.
There's a stipend and expenses but no ceremonial uniform at present.
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