Toadfish Monastery

I say! I have never heard mention of this "Mr. Blobby" chap at the Club. Are you quite  certain that he is a personage of any importance, old man? Who is his family? Do they have any connexions at court?

The Clangers, now, under the sound headship and firm discipline of Major Clanger, and the gentle guiding hand of Mother Clanger (who has the sense to embrace traditional roles and not go making a public spectacle of herself over Women's Suffrage!) are another matter. Harrumpf! It's most lamentable that some nouveau-riche upstart snobs -- recently in trade -- are fomenting discrimination against them as small, funny-colored, and possessing of quaint habits and odd speech. By Jove, they may be foreigners and in need of civilizing, but they are just the sort of peaceable, industrious citizens we wish to annex as the Empire gloriously expands! Hail Britannia!

Excuse me, chaps, but I see the Clanger help is laying a table on the verandah. A bit clumsy with the silver, what, but I daresay she'll soon get the hang of it, if she doesn't want her wages docked. Would you care to join me for tea?

I heard Mr Blobby was a cad.

You are quite correct old chap...a cad and a bounder...or was it bouncer?

Quote from: pieces o nine on April 29, 2008, 10:46:41 AM
I say! I have never heard mention of this "Mr. Blobby" chap at the Club. Are you quite  certain that he is a personage of any importance, old man? Who is his family? Do they have any connexions at court?

The Clangers, now, under the sound headship and firm discipline of Major Clanger, and the gentle guiding hand of Mother Clanger (who has the sense to embrace traditional roles and not go making a public spectacle of herself over Women's Suffrage!) are another matter. Harrumpf! It's most lamentable that some nouveau-riche upstart snobs -- recently in trade -- are fomenting discrimination against them as small, funny-colored, and possessing of quaint habits and odd speech. By Jove, they may be foreigners and in need of civilizing, but they are just the sort of peaceable, industrious citizens we wish to annex as the Empire gloriously expands! Hail Britannia!

Excuse me, chaps, but I see the Clanger help is laying a table on the verandah. A bit clumsy with the silver, what, but I daresay she'll soon get the hang of it, if she doesn't want her wages docked. Would you care to join me for tea?

I once had the very great honour of meeting 'The Soup Dragon'...

...no hang on a minute...it's me school bully days coming back to haunt me don't cha know...that was the dinner lady I'm thinking of.

There was a Blobby Blobby Blobby
Who Blobby Blob Blobby
When the Blobby Blobby Blob
The Blob Blobby Blob
And couldn't Blobby Blobby...

Chorlte Chortle...I do find that punch line rather amusing!
Awfully funny that one!

Gracious, are you sure that limericks of that sort are proper among ladies?

I'm blushing, I'm sure.

And it isn't true what they say about me and Mr. Blobby. We were only inspecting that hotel on the Riviera because Daddy was thinking of buying it as a retirement home. Mr. Blobby and I stayed in separate suites, I can assure you. We only had breakfast together because the chef sent up eggs benedict for two and we didn't want to waste it and if he's saying otherwise, then he certainly is a cad !

Indeed Lady Opsa!

I have but only the most honourable of intetions for you. My words only speak truths...come to think of it, the only thing I can actually say is "Blobby"

So...Blobby!

Well... since you put it that way... *titter!*

Oi I say!

I was in the village today with my chauffer collecting land tax and noticed some poor blighter locked up in the stocks.

He looked awfully like Sir Bart.

Again so soon?

But surely the chafing has barely gone down from the last time? What did he do to warrant another stint? Actually, don't answer that, one isn't sure one wants to know...

Odd, that; one doesn't recall an announcement that the poor bloke had ever been emancipated...

Is this a case of "again" or "still" in the stocks?

"Again", I fear, as it seems he emancipated himself under cover of night. One witness distinctly heard sounds coming from the stock area that sounded like "Blobby".

Eau... my quotation mark quota is used up for today.

By joves,

I thought stocks were things that flavoured my ridiculously expensive soup. 

My word but I am all a titter over this talk of Blobby and stocks. I believe that I must retire to my sitting room and have Missy loosen my stays a bit. My bosom heaves with the thought of it all.