Lilith, more likely a ukulele as Hitch says. Thanks for the advice re winning the ladies by the way!
Hitch, good point, though I think we'd lose the essential brevity of money-power-woman as expostulated by the Late Mr Montana. Plus there wasn't room in the blackbard to say all that. I think your last point is key. Hardly surprising that Sir Cliff is still single, can you imagine the intensity of the love-light in his eye on the first date? Plus the uncomfortable looking swellings in his trews, making remaining seated without falling off the chair a tad awkward. Poor old Cliff.
Herc, Uncle Hitch isn't really wicked despite what he would have us simple folk believe, I have in fact spoken to him at length on the electric telephone and he's so nice as to be unrecogniseable. Hmm...wonder if it was in fact a Hitch impersonator the other day.....
I figured as much, I believe his alter ego is just like many of ours, only he just comes out and says what he is thinking. I’ve had a pleasant e-mail from the boy Hitch.
Tuscan - you were so right to say earlier that the secret to money is to remember people's names, their wives and children's names and to remember to send thank you notes blah de blah !
I totally agree. My memory for names is shit, therefore I is doomed to live among the schnooks.
E-K, ha ha ha! Second comment of the evening to have me laughing out loud! I refer you to The Hitch (if you haven't been over there this evening yet), who fears getting old as a result of his mates all joining Lawn Bowls clubs.
I have a couple of extremely stupid but successful friends whose strongest suit is remembering people's birthdays. Far better than a Maths degree from Baliol for raking in the spondulicks, I can assure you.
Well, it bloody well looks like a banjo to me TT! I fucking love banjo music...ald gadgees banging and scraping, fueled by moonshine...nothing like it.
(I thought banjos had 5 strings! Perhaps its a banjolele....)
It was bought at an antiques shop in Haslemere, Surrey, so investigations are being started and Mrs Tuscan will report back when she has definite news!
An ex Mrs Hitch also fancied herself as something of a vocalist , she used to train at the manchester school of music after her normal lessons. Being of the bog trotting persusion I leave it to you to imagine what it was like at family get togethers. The Hitchs are all tone deaf, so it was deeply embarrassing when I would get the "come on **** give us a song or recite a poem" They thought that I was being a stuck up Brit by not joining in, so Mrs Hitch would have to step in and say that yes he is a "stiff" but trust me if he starts to sing it will ruin everybodies evening. she looks a lot like fearne cotton(without the tats) and my mother likes to mention now and again that i should have married her. word ver mrcljcjt looks like mr clit
Y'know for a woman you're supposed to say 'Brava !' as opposed to 'Bravo !' in appreciation.
There's only one song sounds good on the banjolin ...
My mother said, that I never should, play with the naughty rude girls in the wood. Their gigg-a-ling talk, I could never understand ... and that's why I fell in love with my right hand ...
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They'll be fine TT!
Is that a banjo I see on the kitchen dresser?!
lillith that is a ukelele
Tony is a george formby enthusiast.
As to manners while I agree I think that you also need to add
"Dont appear too keen or desperate"
Dont overwhelm them with gifts or emotion , it also helps if they think that other women are chasing you.
Some life lessons from wicked uncle hitch
Hitch is this what happend to you on your blind date the other night, you appeared too keen or desperate???
T, your a class act all round, I had to learn the hard way like wicked uncle Hitch!!!
Lilith, more likely a ukulele as Hitch says. Thanks for the advice re winning the ladies by the way!
Hitch, good point, though I think we'd lose the essential brevity of money-power-woman as expostulated by the Late Mr Montana. Plus there wasn't room in the blackbard to say all that. I think your last point is key. Hardly surprising that Sir Cliff is still single, can you imagine the intensity of the love-light in his eye on the first date? Plus the uncomfortable looking swellings in his trews, making remaining seated without falling off the chair a tad awkward. Poor old Cliff.
Herc, Uncle Hitch isn't really wicked despite what he would have us simple folk believe, I have in fact spoken to him at length on the electric telephone and he's so nice as to be unrecogniseable. Hmm...wonder if it was in fact a Hitch impersonator the other day.....
Blackboard. Doh! Blackbard does have a sort of Elizabethan ring to it though.
I figured as much, I believe his alter ego is just like many of ours, only he just comes out and says what he is thinking. I’ve had a pleasant e-mail from the boy Hitch.
Tuscan - you were so right to say earlier that the secret to money is to remember people's names, their wives and children's names and to remember to send thank you notes blah de blah !
I totally agree. My memory for names is shit, therefore I is doomed to live among the schnooks.
E-K, ha ha ha! Second comment of the evening to have me laughing out loud! I refer you to The Hitch (if you haven't been over there this evening yet), who fears getting old as a result of his mates all joining Lawn Bowls clubs.
I have a couple of extremely stupid but successful friends whose strongest suit is remembering people's birthdays. Far better than a Maths degree from Baliol for raking in the spondulicks, I can assure you.
Correction: Lilith, Hitch, the instrument has 8 strings (counted by Mrs Tuscan) so it is a Banjo.
Well, it bloody well looks like a banjo to me TT! I fucking love banjo music...ald gadgees banging and scraping, fueled by moonshine...nothing like it.
(I thought banjos had 5 strings! Perhaps its a banjolele....)
The neck is too short for a banjo.
It was bought at an antiques shop in Haslemere, Surrey, so investigations are being started and Mrs Tuscan will report back when she has definite news!
Actually, it is probably a banjolin...plays like a mandolin, but sounds like a banjo...very popular a hundred years ago..
You should learn to play it TT
Mrs Tuscan is the muscial one - she's a mezzo-soprano. Whatever that might be.
An ex Mrs Hitch also fancied herself as something of a vocalist , she used to train at the manchester school of music after her normal lessons.
Being of the bog trotting persusion I leave it to you to imagine what it was like at family get togethers.
The Hitchs are all tone deaf, so it was deeply embarrassing when I would get the "come on **** give us a song or recite a poem" They thought that I was being a stuck up Brit by not joining in, so Mrs Hitch would have to step in and say that yes he is a "stiff" but trust me if he starts to sing it will ruin everybodies evening.
she looks a lot like fearne cotton(without the tats) and my mother likes to mention now and again that i should have married her.
word ver
mrcljcjt
looks like mr clit
TT
i think mezzo sopraano
is some kind of greek starter platter
made from chick peas and cod guts
On the other hand it could mean that she is "connected"
Y'know for a woman you're supposed to say 'Brava !' as opposed to 'Bravo !' in appreciation.
There's only one song sounds good on the banjolin ...
My mother said, that I never should, play with the naughty rude girls in the wood. Their gigg-a-ling talk, I could never understand ... and that's why I fell in love with my right hand ...
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