General Chat

Fine rainbow trout, as I perceive! Good sir, I thank thee. I'd offer thee and Joy a sup of wine, but fear the consequences of such charity. Methinks the pottle is bewitched.

Ah, Mistress Maudlin, your choice of fish is a wise one, I wist. Thou art quite right, that venison is distinctly chewy. Turnip Whisky, eh, I wonder.........

Pray, no! Good Allan, do not try such liquor vile. Be grateful that you only SAW the flying frogs and moose and purple cat. The warning must be heeded!

Ah, Mistress Maudlin, thy warnings I take kindly, and knowest them well meant. But thou art not aware of my dire secret which I needst must hold close only unto myself. Pass a bit of that trout, I have a great yearning for a chunk of fish.

I like trout too! Thank you! Nice glass of sparkling bubbly, too, for all of us! :-) Joy

Where every leaf has ears I will not pry, though I can hold my counsel well as most. (Think'st thou that Robin could transform this place to somewhere where we may speak plain and clear and not in hose and garter? This wimple sits as heavy as the moose) Here, have a piece of fish.

I can only speak plain and clear - I think! thank you for the fish! :-) Joy

It's a lovely party! :-) Joy

The Friar returns to the clearing three days after receiving a missive from the government which had sent him hotfoot to the great Church of St. Catherines to search for the Holy Grail. His eyes are red-rimmed from long studies of records deep into the night with nothing but candles for light and his fingers are ink-stained from the use of his trusty quill (d*mn I've smudged the printer ink again!). He espies Scarlett Willy returning with fresh water and enquires of him whether there is any Somerset scrumpy to be had to relieve his thirst.

Allan A'Dale staggers into the clearing. He is pale and drawn, and his hair is in disarray. He looks across to where Scarlett Willy and Friar Tuck are drinking together, but cannot bring himself to speak to them. He looks round wildly for Robin, but Robin is away booking hotel rooms at an exclusive beach resort, with not a thought for his faithful minstrel. Allan is desperate. He has spent the morning with a great seer, who has revealed much of the future to him, and now Allan is beside himself with grief. For Allan has misled his liege Lord Robin, and all the Good Company. All this time, the merry band has sworn fealty to Richard Coeur de Lyon, the true King. Yet all this while, at Allan's behest, they have carried on their outlawish activities convinced that they were in the 13th century. The great seer, N. Cyclo of Pedia, has informed Allan that Richard is to die in the year of our Lord 1199. Allan now realises that they are in fact in the 12th century. How can he ever face Robin again? Allan A'Dale realises that, with his honour and credibility both gone, there is but one course of action left to him. He would fall on his sword, if only he had not lent it to Scarlett Willy to spear fish with. Willy failed to dry it off properly and it has gone rusty. With a heavy heart, Allan picks up as many large stones as he can find and fills his pockets with them. Then, with a single backward, longing glance, he trudges slowly down to the stream.

The friar looks up during his conversation with Scarlett Willy and spies the rather bedraggled figure of Allan A'Dale walking towards the stream. 'Good Allan' he called - come and join us for you look sorely in need of some convivial company and perhaps you could sing us a song to brighten the day.

There is a loud crashing in the bushes. Curses and swearing fill the air. Startled, Friar Tuck and Scarlett Willy look in the direction of the noise. From out of the forest comes a fearful apparition. The long silken locks and the figure are those of a female. But the apparition wears bright purple and pink striped hose and an extremely short vivid blue tunic. Looking around, she grabs a couple of large cans of beer from the Friar’s private stash, burps loudly, and yells at them. “Where’s me cousin Allan A’Dale? What have you useless lot done with him? He’s nobbut a lad, never did anyone any harm. Never could understand what anyone had against him'. The Laddette eyes up Scarlett Willy and leers “Hmm, wouldn’t mind having something against you thought”, she says.

'Fair maid' said the Friar - I espied your cousin but a few minutes ago walking down towards the stream and called upon him to join us but he just ignored me. Perhaps you can persuade him to be more congenial.

(Listen Good...............Can thouest hear the sound of many horses, coming this way???) They appearest over yonder hill, the Proud Fellow in front seem to have a crown on his head. He reigns in his horse, and shouts:- 'Never mindeth about Allan A'Dale, he was just a witless, fool and a dreamer, it is my trusty servant the 'Sheriff of Grottinham', whom I seek. He was sent here days ago, to collect the taxes of a certain Robin of Loxely, and not been glimpsed since. There be a reward, for anyone who has information, or a stint in the tower, for anyone who refuses to speaketh'

Prince John, I was told that a witch changed him into a nasty green frog!! :-) Joy

(P.J.s evil eyes gleam when he beholdeth such a comely young maiden, and one who it, seems, is willing to speaketh, of his trusty sheriff) 'Fair Maiden, who told thou of this tale? Did thou not know - there are no witches left in this Land? They were all burnt to death, many moons ago, and their barbecued remains, were enjoyed by many. Although much of the meat, was stringy and tough. Prefer roasted moose meself'

It was that divorced Merlin who told me. Do you think she does not tell the truth, Prince John? :-) Joy

'Not that old busy body!! She was over in the land of Blips collecting rosehips (she said) So I threw her in the tower, tortured her a bit, just for fun, but then alas, she changed herself into a pink fluffy butterfly, and fleweth away, wait til I catch her, methinks she will be very sorryeth'

please someone stop me dancing with fate!!! Must get to the beach party soon, that might stop me! :-) Joy

Hey! Who said you could use _MY_ Tread??? Actually Rebs was right I don't mind! But why are you still hanging out here? I thought you were all ginging bact to the tips board! Well I must say it's nice to see some famillier faces, but we seem to have got a few new ones too! Would you belieave I've just trawed through 15 flipping pages to see whats been happening and I'm still none the wiser. I can see a few people have changed there names again, hey, so what I still reconise a few of you and others I'll allways find when I need to! hee hee he. Well as you may have guessed I'm sat in the library catining up on the gos, but I'll be back at uni on Sunday for a few day (and taking the putor) so unless I'm zonked out I'll see you all then. and by the way it's byo drinks - so I suggest any brit with access to a car or van and a passport hot tail over to france a stock up on duty free. And could one of our ozzy cuz's pick up some bundie (what ever variety you can find) and I'll pay you back over the weekend. Hugs to you all (and our perminantly and temperaly departed friends) see you soon, Lunar X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X p.s. You can use Genealagy chilled as well if you want too!