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Enter witch stage left (a good, white witch). Gazes thoughtfully at the lone figure weeping before the ashen embers. Prithee Sir, (quoth she) What aileth thee? Why so pale and wanly loitering? Allan A'Dale: I cant find me mates, me old Tips muckers (careful with that line, Allan) White witch: Weep thee not, good Sir, I have here a fine spell, a potion. Take but one sip of it and it shall transport thee, back to thy old muckers, to the furry, (but bald) cat, the other cat, the totally confused, the landed Gentry, she who shines like a silver moon and...and...oh, everybody. (Puts cauldron on fire, takes it off, tips out magenta coloured fur, puts it back on again, gives the fire a bit of a kick and a blow. Takes from her spotted hanky a bottle of Brenda's Dad's Carrot Whiskey, a pinch of this and that powder, gives it all a stir with her broomstick, adds a few anchovies) Offering the golden flagon to Allan, she says: Ere, get this down yer gob and stop whinin'. Allan drinks deeply of the magic potion and finds himself flying, flying through the starless night...back to the enchanted, far away land of Tips As It Once Was. 'Thankyou dear witch' he shouts, his voice carrying faintly across the Boards 'Thankyou! My friends, all my friends are here...' Witch sits down. All alone again. Nowhere to go and no way to get to Tips cos that greedy guzzler Allan has swigged the lot. M.

Bloody Hell. Where is everyone. They must all be on Connections. Can't imagine why. AOL over 80's Soapbox is far more interesting.

Ah, Robin, I doff my cap to you Sir Outlaw. I have walked this many a long mile (some b*****d stole my horse) to join your merry band. Did I hear mention of some magical nectar which you carry about your person? I think there is a Moose over there which may have need of its incredible properties so that she may return to the natural world and have done with the spell which has been cast upon her.

Hmm. !!! Again there is no one here. I'm sure they told me the party was on General. Perhaps its on the Tips Board. Ill go over there and have a look. If no one's there I'll get things going, they are bound to turn up when they hear I've got a box of Moet.

More like a crate, Lisa!

hi silver is it bring a bottle??xxxxx(:

Allan I really need the Necromancer. Or failing that, since dreams no longer come true, someone with knowledge of the black arts. I am morphing faster than I can control. Please help................!

Reb, Hope you are sleeping well and I can probably guess what the 'cause' will be ... as for 'inciting riot', well we all reach the end of our tether sooner or later! Allan, Welcome .... you have a familiar, if forlorn, look about you. Dry those tears and have a beer. Catch you after dinner .... will raise a glass to you all and return later!* Regs Jane *If the thread doesn't disappear meanwhile!

that is so sad, Allan, I am sorry. Joy (with bouncebackability) PS rude occupation is still on tips! ssshhhh - don't tell! :-)

Allan A’Dale wanders into the empty clearing, deep in the Forest of Gene, and looks around. In the centre he spys the remains of a fire. He crosses to it, keeping careful watch around him as he goes. Kneeling, he plunges his hand into the cold ashes. Deep down, there is still a hint of warmth. Sometime the previous night there were flames dancing on this makeshift hearth. Straightening up, Allan gazes around again, but the glade is deserted. Nothing stirs. He strolls over to a large log and, settling down on it, starts to strum on his lute. As he sings of far distant lands where the tombs are triangular, and of knights brought low by the perfidy of others, Allan ponders whether his search has brought him to the very place he seeks. For Allan is an outcast. Shunned by those with whom he once mixed so freely, now he seeks the company of a band of outlaws who live in this green and shady place, spending their lives dodging and weaving amongst the trees, always hiding from the forces of law and order led by the evil Sheriff GrumpyRules. Has he found their hideout? There is no sign of life, other than a small mouse with pink eyes which keeps peeping at him from under a huge fern, and, unexpectedly, a meercat. Allan has to look twice at this, as he has never seen one since he returned to this land from his days with the Cruisaders. Memories flood back, and Allan can no longer bring himself to sing as he recalls old friends, long since banished from the land of their birth, and those never to return from the crusades. Will he find the ones he seeks? Robin of Loxley – once a knight, now an outlaw. Tom of the thousand names. The Rebel from a distant world. And the magician who with a wave of a wand could magic the most delectable of wines from half a bucket of dirty rainwater and a couple of snails. Despairing, Allan covers his face with his hands and weeps.

I'm a Carlton supporter. Only games I ever watch. Christ, hope they beat Brisbane. I'm off to bed, catch up with you later babe. Rebs.

Rebs If you had just watched the footy from Perth you would have seen torrential rain all night. We have had rain all week. WPT - from the name I assume you are in the antipodes like Rebs & I. There are some threads like this one that I am amazed still exist - perhaps our criticism of GR is not overt enough for them. Friar

Hi Friar, yeah, your right. stuff going awol everywhere. Guess that's what happens when sanctimonious prats whinge about a harmless thread. The repocussions are wide spread. How are you anyway? Nice weather in WA. Brissie has been beautiful, although the nights are cold.

Hi Rebs etc. Its 9:24 p.m. here and I've just been reading the thread - it's good to see a few people supporting Necro & Chris but I think the repercussions are going deeper than the original moaners anticipated. Threads are disappearing all over the place because GR have backed themselves into a corner and as a result they are being forced to enforce the rules or be accused of victimisation [that's my reading between the lines] Friar

11 pm here Jane, Just reading through the thread. Chris was kicked off permanently for posting the same thread a hundred thousand times, no warning, just suddenly denied all access, and all evidence of him removed. Laird was booted off a few hours later for inciting a riot and because he upset someone on general. He was given notice though. As for my 'cause' you'll have to wait and see. LOL :))

Rebs, Thanks for that .... just goes to prove I'm only partially senile! You're right, I wouldn't believe the rest!!! Glad also to note that you've now found a 'cause' ..... Late night or early morning for you??? Jx

Jane, Necro is Laird, Guy is Keith, I could give you a few more, but you probably wouldn't believe me. What do you think TC? LOL :))))) And at the moment there are two separate 'wish me luck' threads on Tips.

Joy, Clearly Rootsweb are keen for all the advertising they can get. And, as a free board, it's obviously a good alternative to this one .... so watch your thread vanish! That apart, it just shows what good detectives we've all become - I know that my own ability to investigate things has improved immeasurably .... mainly thru' help and suggestions from GR board members and some existing genealogical contacts. Doubt the Met would hire me though!! Regs Jane

I am waiting to see if my ''Genealogists help police inquiry solve a mystery'' is deemed to be advertising for another site. I hope not, it should be good publicity for genealogy! :-) Joy

there are 13 replies to ''Wish me luck'' on the tips board, and 5 on here! :-) Joy