General Chat

The friar who had been transported into the future in a different guise returned carrying a carton of Guinness for the outlaw band and two cartons of cider for himself. 'Forsooth' he said 'I shall need to remember the address of that off - licence for future use' Allan & Scarlett he cried - I have brought one carton to replace that which I supped last night.

Please may I join the Good Company (GC)? I remember in a far off time that I subscribed to GC! :-) Joy

Willy, get cooking lad, it will be nightfall before that boar is fit to eat and no doubt Robin will be back by then, hungered by his days excertions. (Don't let that guzzling Friar eat it all either).

Jacq in Grenada, Welcome to our humble abode amongst the greenwood - it is good to see a traveller from a far off land. What news dost thy bringest us from distant shores?

G'Evening Scarlett Willy, the Friar said - I have heard of you under the alias of WPT and I am glad to make your acquaintance. Sit down upon a log next to the fire and warm your bones because you are among friends here.

Scarlett Willy, we are wild and simple folk here in the land of Gen but you are most humbly welcome amongst us, please sit and rest from your long and wearisome journey. Take food and wine and wait for your band of brothers to arrive. Jacquie xxxx

The friar returns to the clearing after a hard day beating the rich about their skulls in order to relieve them of their ill-gotten gains. 'Alas poor maiden' he cries epying the lost maiden of Oz 'have I not seen you in a more rebellious mode' Let us repair to the fire and sup upon Mrs Merlin's magical brew.

Allan thoughtfully watches the retreat of Scarlett Willy. The two maidens sit by the campfire, eating Friar Tuck's venison, swigging his guiness and chatting together, as maidens do. Allan A'Dale picks up his lute and strums gently on it. Recalling a ballard which he learned when he was but a stripling, Allan begins to sing: Oh say, gentle maiden, may I be your lover. Oh cause me no more for to moan nor to weep. Cast down like a dog I lay wounded and bleeding, Oh let down your drawbridge, I’ll enter your keep. Enter your keep, nonny nonny, enter your keep, nonny nonny, Let down your drawbridge I’ll enter your keep. Alas and Alack, Sir, I am not a maiden, I’m married to Sir Oswald, that cunning old Celt. He’s off to the wars for a twelve month or longer And he’s taken the key to my chastity belt. Chastity belt, nonny nonny, chastity belt, nonny nonny, Taken the key to my chastity belt. Fear not, gentle maiden, I know of a locksmith We’ll to go his house on his door we will knock. Rat-a-tat-a-tat. We’ll plead that he uses his specialised knowledge And see if he’s able to unpick your lock. Unpick your lock, nonny nonny, unpick your lock, nonny nonny, See if he’s able to unpick your lock. I fear, Sir and Madam, I cannot assist you, My specialist knowledge is of no avail. I can’t find the secret of your combination – The cunning old Baron has fitted a Yale. Fitted a Yale, nonny nonny, fitted a Yale, nonny nonny, The cunning old Baron has fitted a Yale. Alas and alack, then, I’m locked up for ever. Then up stepped the pageboy saying, leave it to me. If you will allow me to enter your chamber, I’ll open you up with my duplicate key. Duplicate key, nonny nonny, duplicate key, nonny nonny, Open you up with my duplicate key.

Alan A'Dale returns to the glade, clean and well-scrubbed, with his clothes tidy and his hose repaired. He is staggering slightly - not from over-indulgence the previous evening but because he has just been nearly knocked off his feet by a stampeding moose. He sees the newcomer, and is shocked by her appearance. 'Fair Maid' quoth Allan, 'what ails thee? From the look of you I would say that you have made a brave and timely escape from the hands of the evil Sheriff's henchmen. Come, sit by the remnants of the fire and Friar Tuck will bathe your wounds, and if you are very lucky, he may have left a morsel of venison with which to renew your strength'. Allan leads the poor lady to the fireside, and then wrestles with Friar Tuck for the last remains of the large hunk of meat he was about to consume.

A lone figure stumbles through the undergrowth. Her hair hanging wildly down her back, gown torn and tattered from the bramble bushes, dainty ruby slipper bereft of a heel. She hears voices yonder, and moves towards them, coming upon a clearing occupied by a strange assortment of characters. A portly figure dressed in the cloth of the Clergy is snoring gently, leaned up against a cauldron. Stepping into the clearing, broken ruby slipper in hand she utters a desperate plea ' Help me kind folk, I come from the Land Downunder.........

A moose peeps cautiously out from among the leaves. Having found great great grandmother elk’s marriage after a search of many months, walked the streets where the antelope roamed, and celebrated the discoveries with the elk, she has been enjoying herself. What is the first sight those pink eyes fall on? A deerskin. A fly settles on the filmy eyes. She shudders, nervously, glad she still has her balaclava. The evil ogre points out that the cobwebs thick as ropes are still there. Cloven hooves were not made for dusting. She utters a small, plaintive bellow and retreats into the undergrowth.

oooo me head keep it down you lot! wheres the showers?

Allan A'Dale stretched his cramped limbs and shook off the last dregs of sleep. Standing up, he looked around and saw Scarlett Willy returning to the forest clearing, accompanied by a fair damsel with wet hair. 'By my troth' quoth Allan, 'Yon Willy is a fast worker. How did he manage that?' Realising what a sorry sight he must appear, clothes all crumpled and travel-stained. Ladders in his hose, and his hair an absolute mess, darling, Allan decided that a trip to the river and a quick bathe was the order of the day. Exit Allan, stage left, clutching a flannel.

The beautiful maiden was taking a morning bathe in the gentle waters of the sparkling river. She heard Willy approach and after a sharp intake of breath, concealed herself amid some bushes at the river's edge. 'Bless my soul,' said our Will 'a damsel's clothing lies here on the banks of the river. Clearly my journey has been ill-timed. I will turn my back for a few moments and allow the maiden to clothe herself.' 'Thank you kind sir' said the now fully dressed but blushing damsel. 'I have been lost living in the woods for some days now.' 'Tell me your name' asked Will. 'No, gentle sir, I cannot' she replied. 'The knowledge of my identity will bring misfortune upon you.' 'Ah well' said Willy 'At least, come and have a cuppa with me and my friends then otherwise they'll think I've been on the sauce again.' Willy filled his buckets and the pair set off into the wood together.

Just popping in silver to wish you all the best. Germaine x

I was protected through the night. I feel safe now and shall no longer fear in the presence of Robin of Loxley. I hope he will understand my previous fear when I say that there was another who followed me in the depths of the forest. :-) Joy

It is very quiet now, in the land of Lunars Leaving Party. If you look very carefully, you may just make out the dents in the grass where Robin and his merry men sat. (especially Friar Tuck) Its dark and eerie, - hang on - Look up into the sky.... In the distance there is a small figure, pointed hat, on a broomstick, swooping down - looks like she is ... COMING IN TO LAND!!! (Better move my cauldron of J.D. out the way)

(Puff of etc....) Friar, I returnest with my (empty) punch bowl/cauldron. I was waylaid in a land faraway, full of bronzed bevs, and yorkshire sue persons. They partakethed of my Special Brew, and they drankest it ALL. They did corruptethest me, and I promise NEVER to go there againest. Please Forgive me - taking the wrong path! (junction 21 on M1) Grovel, grovel - Drink This! (Honey Mead, Lambrini, and J.D. - good job I saved some of that!)

The friar turned to BB and thanked her for her timely warning on the strength of Mrs Merlin's potion and then apologised that he was unable to help her because there no wild rabbits to be seen in this forest.

'Robin my dear friend' the friar replied - thou knowest that I shall stand shoulder to shoulder with you in the fight against the evil sheriff and that dastardly John brother of Richard. Forsooth I am amazed that thy doubt my credentials after we were forced from the forest of tips.