tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post6582706165759788628..comments2023-03-27T17:05:34.212-07:00Comments on sceneofthecrime: Yes, it STILL gets mentionedMadameSmokinGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369302102195138989noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-77080101852095569042010-03-18T17:41:05.381-07:002010-03-18T17:41:05.381-07:00It's very hard not to snigger out loud when yo...It's very hard not to snigger out loud when you only switch on the 'puter when everyone is in bed - a wheezier than usual Mutley with a loose screw is the closest description. I think it's a perfect place to keep things warm.MadameSmokinGunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00369302102195138989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-78659158345675058012010-03-18T06:12:03.067-07:002010-03-18T06:12:03.067-07:00Whatever, I have been snorting all day over 'u...Whatever, I have been snorting all day over 'up the bomb hole'. That probably top-trumps my Granny once telling my sis and I that we should put our mince pies 'in [our] muffs, to keep them warm'. Which I now realise was not a malaprop due to senility on her part, but a deliberate and wickedly amoral attempt to try and embarrass her teenage granddaughters. As was my mother's 'Can we have it off now, girls?' refrain, when we'd had the telly on too long. Up the bomb-hole! Brilliant...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-87407951090844185902010-03-17T15:51:27.015-07:002010-03-17T15:51:27.015-07:00I was once forbidden entrance to the Old Kent Road...I was once forbidden entrance to the Old Kent Road Gin Palace by the bouncer at the door on account of my steel toe-capped Doc Martins but I promised I wouldn't give anyone a kicking and he relented. I remember my defence was that surely 3" stiletoes were more dangerous and they were letting all the old tarts in wearing them. Must have been a persuasive argument. <br /><br />Can't remember leaving tho'. Maybe I crawled home. Maybe I flew....MadameSmokinGunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00369302102195138989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-12082423769647321652010-03-15T08:55:54.354-07:002010-03-15T08:55:54.354-07:00I think they should be very afraid.
[Except that...I think they should be very afraid. <br /><br />[Except that the only thing that still fits from 2 decades ago are my doc martins. At least feet don't grow layers of middle-age fat]Big mamma froghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03006397435397636499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-79688947925857402862010-03-15T03:44:26.767-07:002010-03-15T03:44:26.767-07:00Ah - go on! Let's all meet up in our best...Ah - go on! Let's all meet up in our best 2-decades ago gear! We could invite Ed Balls and Baroness Deech - look we're not hiding!!! Or do you think that might not help.......MadameSmokinGunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00369302102195138989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-90900629454478656982010-03-15T00:41:36.595-07:002010-03-15T00:41:36.595-07:00Must be that time of year. Why do blog posts get t...Must be that time of year. Why do blog posts get totally crazy just before Spring hits?<br /><br />Perhaps after the winter gloom we we can't cope with that tempting glimmer of sunlight through the curtains [oh, no, my mistake. That's just a kid with a big torch]. <br /><br />dh actually got me gig tickets for a mother's day present - AND he's arranged the babysitting. Blimey! He's definitely after something he so isn't going to get.<br /><br />BMF (who would love to reclaim her velour leopard skin gig-attending mini skirt from a previous decade, but doesn't want to hear the word 'mutton' and 'lamb' in the same sentence)Big mamma froghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03006397435397636499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-4455238657615553612010-03-15T00:20:11.613-07:002010-03-15T00:20:11.613-07:00Jeez I'm not sure I should have started readin...Jeez I'm not sure I should have started reading this post at 7 o clock on a Monday morning - it's exhausted me! Mind you, so much to make me laugh that it has set me up for the day with a vision of your husband "swinging his club" in his pants. <br />I find granddad wrong somehow too.Trishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00119443727504215312noreply@blogger.com