Pip Pip, Tally Ho - Talk Like a Land Lubber

[Black Bart]

Now then gentlemen shall we retire to the study for some Port...the ladies can join us for a quadrille later.

[pieces o nine]

:: Little do the gentlemen realize, that the ladies are also smoking cigars and enjoying a fine port in the ladies' solarium. ::

[Opsa]

But they are dainty little lady cigars dipped in BRAWNdy. And Niney's port has me quite knocked onto my bustle! There's no TELLING what we might do! There's even some talk that we might remove our bodices and run amok in the petunias!

[DaveL]

Oh my chamber pot!

Reverend Wilson shall be attending our little gathering. Can you ensure that his brandy glass remains replenished at every opportunity. If the lady folk are spotted in such fashion, we may get a stern lecture at this Sunday's hymnal.

[Griffin NoName]

In real life, in my younger days, I used to attend dinners where the Ladies were invited to the powder room and then ushered into a special parlour to await the Gentlemen. The first time it happened, I felt like Alice through the Looking Glass and wanted to jump up and down and shout rude things. It actually took several minutes for me to appreciate what was being asked of me when the discrete whisper in my ear impinged on my consciousness. I assume it still happens in some circles.

[pieces o nine]

Would you care for more...tea...my dear friend?

Why yes, thank you most kindly. This is the best...tea...I've enjoyed all day.

La, the petunias are looking most lush this year, are they not?

Faith, they are. Perhaps we might adjourn from the solarium and take a turn amongst them.

'Twould be most restorative. Do ask the maid to bring the...tea...out for us.

[DaveL]

Yarrrr...sorry...Good Heavens

That haircut belongs in a Vengaza Pirate thread. Something to do with Gits and Silly Haircuts, I'd say.

[pieces o nine]

I say, my good man! I must take umbrage at that slight upon the latest coiffures, as immortalised by such notable gentlemen artists as Charles Dana Gibson.

It took years for me to grow my own auricomous locks to approximate the mode of the day, and more hours than I can bear to relate to master the proper massing and pinning-up of them, even with the help of a talented maidservant. Proper posture to set off my décolletage to best advantage, a certain je ne sais quoi  with the tea service, a most pleasant and intelligent expression, a certain skill when asked to play upon the instrument, and my crowning glory were instrumental in my never lacking for proper attention from the young nobles of the better families in my district.

Faith, sir, one of my most flattering portraits was immortalized here:

[beagle]

In real life, in my younger days, I used to attend dinners where the Ladies were invited to the powder room and then ushered into a special parlour to await the Gentlemen. The first time it happened, I felt like Alice through the Looking Glass and wanted to jump up and down and shout rude things. It actually took several minutes for me to appreciate what was being asked of me when the discrete whisper in my ear impinged on my consciousness. I assume it still happens in some circles.

Of course. Some of us still have the Loyal Toast, and "Gentlemen, you may now smoke".  You're doing the ladies retiring bit wrong though. The hostess is supposed to catch the eye of the second lady in precedence and they are supposed to rise as one.

Here's what happens afterwards:


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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHo8kqdRpLs

[anthrobabe]

I say good show there old boy!

It would seem that those colonists across the pond are beginning to absorb some of the culture so necessary for a genteel society as evidenced by this lawn bowling tutorial made in the gold rush fields......

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[Griffin NoName]

Of course. Some of us still have the Loyal Toast, and "Gentlemen, you may now smoke".  You're doing the ladies retiring bit wrong though. The hostess is supposed to catch the eye of the second lady in precedence and they are supposed to rise as one.

No, they were doing it right. I had no idea the first time why all the ladies were standing up so someone has to whisper to me as I stayed seated. I thought they'd all suddenly got food poisoning or ants on their chairs or something.

[beagle]

Oh dear.  I wonder what the female equivalent of being handed the loaded revolver is. Being quietly dropped from the church flower arranging rota, probably.

[anthrobabe]

revolver you say
boy toys

now girl toys

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[Opsa]

That's it, I'm off to the petunias without my corset! And I'm taking my ...cigar... with me!

[pieces o nine]

I say! That young hoyden is in grave need of lessons in deportment, corset wearing, and the pinning-up of her hair. Perhaps then she will be just tolerable in polite society.