Just opened a small but gleaming new bar in the best part of town, The Alphabet, 1950’s themed bar all polished chrome and plastic, with a juke box and frothy coffee machine. Drop in when out shopping for a chat and a snifter.? The bar only has a few house rules, no pj’s to be worn, keep to an alphabetical order and be inventive.Free drinks for the surreal and humorous contributions.?
Knickers! I thought it was a hot air ballon chewy ? cherry I’ll tell lemon the juke box is broken and when she goes to fix it you dash in and steal your the undies back. Quickly I’m going to unplug Billy Fury now. ??
Great Scott it wasn’t me it was chewy she took them to use in the sewage plant. Anyway I’ve got them back lemon and given them a bit of a swill under the tap. They should be fine now.....just ignore the brown stains ?
Can anyone do a bit of a clean up, just look at the tables, covered in bits of roast pheasant and a feather or two.
Don’t leave the room! I have been robbed! All the marigolds and anti-bact wipes have gone, and the bleach too and all the loo rolls from the toilet out the back.What’s going on?
Xhale at the stench of overcooked burnt to a cinder pheasant in here! Strewth! What have you done to that poor fowl Doodle? Have you been taking cookery lessons from soop by any chance?
And when is my pheasant, peacock and budgerigar tutu going to be ready? I'm supposed to be wearing that tomorrow night - hot date booked.
Well ok cherry, just for you I will try some. Give me a good swig of gin first. Mmmm tasty. I wonder if soop has more buns so I can knock another off it s perch ?
Very tasty pheasant, do try it Doodle. I promise to hold your ?, you can close your eyes and pretend it wasn't your pheasant ?. Swig down some of this sloe Gin after and you'll forget it ever happened ?
Sorry ? how was I to know the pheasant was going to trip over one of soop’s rock cakes and come to an untimely end. lemon I’m amazed how quickly you got that bird in the oven. Oh well at least chewy has some feathers for her outfit now. Every time I see her I will be thinking of my poor pheasant ?
Plucking pheasant is proving difficult. It keeps trying to get away. I have it cornered. Here comes the pheasant pluckers son to do his bit. Ouch! That’s not a pheasant feather that’s a hair from my moustache ?
One-upmanship. That's what it is Doodle. I've massacred a batch of rock buns. Pheasant is welcome to them. He won't be able to strut his stuff for a wee while...