Beau Peep Notice Board
Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: Roger Kettle on August 06, 2018, 10:10:24 PM
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Being an ex-cartoonist has become rather tedious. With no deadlines to meet, my days drift by without event. From the moment Sopwith, my butler, knocks at my bedroom door with a generous Buck's Fizz, it has all become rather mundane. A breakfast of kippers, kidneys and scrambled eggs does little to lift my mood. (This morning, Sopwith had failed to pepper my fare and I damaged my wrist trying to operate the grinder). I find little solace in my lunchtime bottle of Medoc and, quite frankly, my pre-dinner gin and tonic no longer whets my appetite for the roast grouse and Beaujolais that follows. After several Napoleon Brandies, I must admit that an hour or two playing croquet on my lawn helps ease the pain. (I find the more bandy-legged of my staff make excellent hoops). Anyway, I suspect I'm no different to the rest of you out there.
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Almost identical, but I enjoy fried mushrooms with me breckie.
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Does Sopwith have any advice on how to remove ketchup stains from a shell-suit?
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Petrol and matches.
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B@st@rd!
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I've had a similar experience since retiring from being a spy for the Martian Empire. Now I'm reduced to joyriding around the moon in my TK87.
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Fantasist! We all know it's a Sinclair C5.
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It's still faster than your car.
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Eat...my...dust! ;D
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Is it Airfix?