General Chat

he grabbed a monk's habit and legged it through an open door, out in the grounds and leapt a wall, seriously catching his

neeps on the coping stones. He landed on the other side (of the wall that is, his seriously damaged neeps did not cause his demise) and lay on the ground writhing in agony.

Slowly amidst the breaking of twigs, and wind, a shape emerged from the vegetation.

Far from being a ministering angel the shape took the form of

Miss McGillicuddy (his 2nd grade teacher)

"I always knew I'd see you again - but how did you know I lived in Drumnadrochit?"

"I've followed your career for years. More recently I've been following your postings on the GR boards.

"But I am concerned about what you believe to be your ancestry."

Eldrick lay on the coping stones, clutching his damaged neeps, wondering what on earth she was raving about.

"It's about time you knew" she said " You are the heir to......

the Baldhead, an estate just near Thirdegree Burns, whose ancestory goes so far back that the first Earl was a monkey.

Eldrick knew that his family tree stretched back to the dawn of civilisation, but even he was suprised that it went so far back.

This latest news, combined with recent events, forced him to re-evaluate his

hair, his neeps and his

life in general - now he knew he had blue blood he could

once more take to the woad and

[sorry, i couldn't resist it]

Take the high woad back to his ancestral palace where the

Go on a pilgrimage to the land of Nod or is it nud/nuddy where he could air his mashed neeps in comfort and display to his subjects his roubles sorry troubles because he had suffered for them.

they were quite blue of course, owing to his blue blood - people were stunned when they saw the size of

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his neeps. He did not tell the people that they were severely swollen as he wished to retain their adoration.

He did realise, however, that while he was sore now, the populace would be sore vexed in the future if the truth came out.

he had to once more instigate a cunning plan so he went to the local Broth Hall (AKA soup kitchen) and spoke with

with the head Broth Hall keeper - a comely wench with very large overheads which is why her prices were off the scale somewhat - however, he decided he had to

really try to find his father: after all, having blue blood did not necessarily mean that he was related to Royalty.

He could possibly be of Smurf descent. He pondered on the complexity of life, so untangling himself from the hall keepers overheads, he set out once more to

Thirdegree Burns home of the Baldhead Clan.

As he walked he tried to think of the coat of arms he could put on his stationary would it have eagles &

two rabbits, which from a distance would look like heirs

he thought rabbits rampant would look good and some golden balls - while pondering on this he was getting nearer to his ancestral home - Third-degree Burns - but would the servants recognise him in this dishevelled state - of course they would - he had the distinctive inherited mole on his

left neep, in the shape of two rabbit ears

With a sigh, he realised he would have to show the mole to

His Nanny being the only one who had seen his mole since

And to make things all Legal a Heir Transplant to enable him to reclaim his jeans to cover the mashed neeps. which made him walk funny with a small list,