Last weekend was the Equestrian festa just north of Lucca at Mutigliano, next village to Ponte A Moriano, and what a hoot it was.Above you see the token picture of something dull and quadrupedal on the move; below is the real meat and drink of the revels:
The Tuscan - looking like he's just returned from acting as Gordon Brown's Food Taster at the G8 24 dish scoff-fest
Oh dear.
Bwahahahaha! This'll learn him for being such a bullbuster.
Time to slip on the nose-bag. Yumster.
Big thighs - the key to happiness, in the Tuscan's eyes.
a little on the small side for the Tuscan, but offered here as a sorbet
Now that's more like the size of unit we requires - even the longsuffering Tuscana spotted this one wobbling about the course.
Night draws in the right crowd...
*sigh*
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They look like the sort of women who need talcum powder to stop the chaffing and soak up the pustule juice (infected hair folicles) and sweat.
Rather you than me
One gets less fussy as one gets older (aparently), though I think you're being a beet 'arsh...!
Why was it that I expected to read the word *sigh* after each pic Tuscs?
Great fun had by all no doubt - and why not; we're in a recession aren't we? ;0)
I quite like the "sorbet"
Like two boiled eggs in a hankie, i certainly wouldnt object to being her saddle.
Looks like fun - I take it the refreshments were steady.
Mutigliano, rings a bell, which side of PaM?
No man sporting a pair of shorts like that could be expected to last more than 5 seconds on a mechanical bull.
Is it the photo, or were you effecting a novelty beard, old stick?
I imagine there were quite a few opportunities for some judo holds in the hay barn, a la Poossy, but perhaps the presence of the Tuscana kept you on the straight and narrow.
I'd take you to the Drones for some nursery lunch, were it not for the "something dull and quadrupedal".
Pip pip, and all that rot
idle
Is that The Hitch in the third picture?
ps
Thanks for the mammaries
old holborn, I think TT uses the flour technique; with a really 'chubby' type one rolls her in flour and finds the damp patch. There is an equine link... I imagine the sensations on a hand down the voluminous knickers of one of those stout parties would remind one of feeding a slice of apple to an old carthorse.
4th picture for The Hitch, sorry
The Hooter Air chick is the one I want. Can you imagine a Bombay roll in that.
Damn.
I have taken a hint from you and Theo about how to get extra traffic.
It's called putting pictures of totty up on your blog and, according to Google Analytics, it's worked very nicely in the past day.
Grazie!
Have you gone on a diet since the St Georges flag incident?
I have had another look at piccy no.1. Someone ought to school that horse to take a hurdle going in a forward direction. Jumping straight up and down like a harrier will not get it into the money at Cheltenham.
scrobs, difference being, in Italian recessions the pelmets just get shorter.
Beast *holds mirror in front of her mouth, notices fogging* She's a live one! And therefore yours.
45 look at it on google earth, the only Mutigliano in Itlay. SW of PoM, I think.
Idle - wrong sir. My substantial and bare thighs stuck to the mechanical beast like a Cherie to a banknote. I was able to hold fast on "auto" up to "level 3", which elicited a thumbs up nfrom the owner, whether because he was deeply impressed by the Tuscan staying power or merely relieved that the machine wasn't exploded or overheated, I do not know.
Anon - the Hitch is in the first piccie, he's the rear half of the pantomime horse.
Idle - mammaries are made of this, could be an alternative.
Haddock - slap her on the belly and ride the waves in, also works.
JM - too skinny for the Tuscan. You have a clear run.
Lakes - a shameless plug for your fine blog, but a fine plug nevertheless...!
Luciano, I have a video of the bull business, and have decided forthwith to indulge ini a weight loss programme. Having met The Beast in person last week, and noted his svelte frame, I intend to follow his lead and drink 8 pints of Belgian Raspberry beer per night.
Idle - well spotted, sir, that is what he indeed was - a harrier jump jet. A most bizarre maneouvre to perform on an equine, but one can never tell what these continental johnnies are up to.
Thats what I call a blog! Big Breasts and big bottoms, lovely.
Mr Idle I think that you will find that our Tuscan chums thighs are solid meat, I sat on one for a while(by invitation) so can attest to this.It was an experience not too dissimilar to riding a mechanical bull(So I imagine).
He kept buying me these Strawberry flavoured drinks that made me feel giddy and asked me to call him "Uncle Tony" and then transferred his affections elsewhere, the slut!
i like tits said...
Thats what I call a blog! Big Breasts and big bottoms, lovely.
Yeah, and the pictures of the ladies arent so bad either!
Not before you'd played with the finest Salami Uncle Tony always carries in his pocket though, eh Beast?
ILT the chair was dusted off and your arrivel was eagerly awaited - fanks for der visit!
Beast - my interest in you was strictly sartorial; I was drawn to the strange hempen smock you sported, like a moth to butter.
Beast -weight loss programme in progress. Swam 1 1/2 lengths of the bath today.
OH - it was a Venetian Sorpressa, one of the best salam's in the trade.
Did he ask you "what do nice girls do for diamonds?", beast?
OT, Guido's comp prize arrived yesterday, which was a shock.
Mr Idle
He resorted to that old mashers saying
"My Mancunian friend doesnt understand me"
Actualy I couldnt understand a fucking word of his Cockney patter
"Can I take you up the Gary Glitter darlin'?"
"Gor blimey Darllin' , look at this bulge in me owse yer fathers"
The young Cockney lady upon his lap seemed to understand every nuance of this sophisticated ethnic seduction ritual.
A fine evening that climaxed in me offering to horse whip the landlord of the tavern.
Well to be honest I was offering to kick the wankers fucking head in before being gently pulled away by a kindly Sikh gentleman.
I particularly like Miss White Skirt In The Dark.
Yum.
Even if she does look a bit like she's touting for business.
Don't wish to crash into 'the Boys own Mag', but I am , so there!
Do hope your unmentionables arn't too tender after the Bucking Bronco experience Tuscers!
I've just been reading Idles post about death, oooooh....
I too recalled the heart breaking experience of the 'Car Crash', that you wrote about so movingly.
From what you said, you did all the right things, so don't beat yourself up about it.
It would be good to know if
the mother survived, but from what you said it sounds unlikely....Oh those poor poor children...
You are an incredible man Mr Tusc. and I salute you!
Just hug Mme. Tusc. and your three darling boys for me!
Di.xxxx
Pst. I've posted another little yarn on my blog, hope you enjoy it!
Idle - my prize from the fellow sits on the bedside table and is my constant companion. Or perhaps not.
Beast, being from somewhere unspeakable and Northen, it is not surpriosing you confuse the Cockney patois with my deep Sussex burr.
Fleet - she was an innocent bystander, as far as you know
Trubes - thanks very much for the visitation, will be over for a looksee shortly.
TT
When you sidled up to me and said
"I can sort tings"
Whipped out some Dago currency,and then asked for a loan we all knew that we were in the prescence of a top level ponce.
REEEEEEEESPECT
TT.
Even Japanese sounds cockney to northerners.
A mechanical bull is such a needless expense.
I just call out someone else's name whilst I'm taking the missus from behind...
...just to see how long I can hang on.
Great pics!
I esp like the white one on the horse, AND the caption.. .savoured the word 'wobbling about the course' - it describes it perfectly (I took part in the most basic level of the National Horse Show once, and we had to wear white jodphurs, and they're really tight... this pic reminds me of that time ;-))
Beast, yet it was you quaffing the fruit beer, as I have mentioned once or twice before...!
Mrj - the Beast kept asking me for some suki-yaki, but know I understand what he meant.
E-K - the ancient ones are often the best!
-eve- - I concluded that one needs the right sort of chassis to wear riding gear. I'm suppoed to be having my first lesson tomorrow. Film at eleven.
EVE
I havent seen the tight white jodphur shots
maybe you could send them to an old and trusted friend such as myself?
Tony, I pity the poor quadraped that has to carry you about
The poor sod will probably buckle at the knees and beg to be turned into salami.
Tony: Wow, that's great! I hope you enjoyed it..!
Beast: Heheh, if you DO like that butt-hanging-out-of-jeans look, I could even wear them out with you *although they make me feel fat-arsed and conspicuous*. Was just thinking that that butt you liked would never fit into a pair of Guess jeans; reminds me of being 11, and lying on the floor struggling to get into a pair meant for 'age 13-14'...
Beast, 5th August is the date when I will be having my first lesson - the earliest day when all 4 of their largest steeds was available.
-eve- was back gthere thjis morning, sadly with a flat phone battery.
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