General Chat

Ah Robin! Forgive me, I did not recognise you in your 13c incarnation - mine stays much the same despite the slings and arrows of misfortune (such as losing my Green thread, I am actually FURIOUS, it was a genuine request for genuine help - which I got - and wanted a bit more -its gone!!! Meanwhile there are two requests for look-ups still there.....) I bring news to you via my crystal ball - uneasy and spectral happenings on the Tips Board - the Phantom Nudger is at large again ~~(scuse me while I larf, tee hee, no its not me!). I will, however, partake of your feast, kind Robin - any tips burgers on offer? M.

Robin - my friend, I am your man (?) through thick and thin. I kneel to you my liege lord. Banish these dark shadows of the night and admit me to your band of followers. Let me join with you in righting wrongs, restoring peace and tranquillity, and eating of the king's venison and drinking his wine. Where is that darned moose? Do you have amongst your troop the wizard Mrs Merlin. She has a way with a cauldron that is not surpassed in all the many lands which I have visited during my travels.

Indulge my friends!! regress they not. You are welcome at my table. I need true spirit such of thee. I have concerns abroad, you may have seen. Methinks dark happenings may soon see light of day. I beg of you please keep rapture happy and gay. I may be delayed, I may have a date with fate!! L

Robin Can I have a pint of what ever you're on please? M.

Coming right right up cousin Marjorie. Just name your wish!!! L

Allan A'Dale draws his trusty knife and, quick as a flash, has the young deer skinned, gutted, joined, skewered and roasting over the open fire. The aroma of roasting meat wafts through the evening air. A dangerous time, this, for such a savoury smell may attract the unwanted attentions of the evil Sheriff's spies, who linger in the forest, disguised as harmless travellers seeking a night's repose.

Small Scarlet Willie, I know you not. But you are welcome at my table. My trusty friend Alan will be your mentor. He is true, trust him with your...........life. Stay close my friend L

Gosh, you people are very creative,this beats trawling through the pages of that genuki site,trying to work out what this genealogy business is all about.Is this what Ive got to look forward to,going mad and role playing camp legendary figures in tights ! Pam H.

My Lady Pamela. There is no role play here. The men before you do not wear tights. Each and every man is true to Richard who, as you no doubt know, is a man above any other. You are welcome to share my shelter for the night. You will be in the protection of a gentleman. L

gosh ,Robin...a Lady? I have to say I havent been referred to as one of them before.Your gallantry has been noted. Pam H.

There are no names here young Willie. You are as you shall be sized. Joy My table is greatly honoured to receive one such as you. I pray our allegiance shall be joined more than before..... Your servant Robin

My lady Pamela As a minstrel I may admit to being ever so slightly camp, but I fear it is a sore calumny on my macho friends here. Scarlet Willy - if that's the way it is perhaps you would be better wearing the tights.

i trust Friar Tuck is not dyslexic, else we might all be in trouble

joy you could have told me you were here just cos you fancy Robin lol

Joy perhaps Robin is your knight in shining armour come to sweep you off your feet on his white charger take you to his castle, shower you with gifts and feasts on the other hand he could be a pervert lol (only joking about the pervert bit, not a clue who he is)

err Joy you sure you want him to do that??? after all you only just met lol

My lady Joy Thou needest not have fear of brave Robin. He may be here in the greenwood in the guise of an outlaw, but he is a true and gentille knight. My lady Bev Ah, poor soul, I can tell by thy colour that you have toiled many a long hour in the fields for the Lord of the Manor. Take thy rest on this grassy knoll and have a chunk of venison. I regret that Friar Tuck is not with us at present. Doubtless he has been called away to the deathbed of some expiring peasant. He will return, I doubt not. In the meantime, there is some potion left in this cauldron. I cannot, however, speak as to the effects it may produce.

all i can say Joy is they def don't know me Allen just called me Lady.................pmsl but he knows i am tanned and thinks it's cos i toiled in some fields.................fat chance laid on some beach more like!!!! if i find out thou will be the first to know god they got me at it now

My lady Joy I fear you ask too great a favour of brave Robin. Were he to be caught flashing in the greenwood by the evil Sheriff GrumpyRules, he would doubtless be executed forthwith. 'Tis not a fate his friends would wish on him.

well willy thats usually where my dog sleeps but if you insist