Pip Pip, Tally Ho - Talk Like a Land Lubber

[Black Bart]

Are you taking the pith old chap?

Guffaw!

[pieces o nine]

Do be sure to have Bentley pack a proper luncheon, with linen napkins, monogrammed silver and proper china. I say, a tropical safari is no reason to throw civilisation to the winds.

[Opsa]

I'll have my estate send us along a couple of cases of champagne as well, in case we have a thirst.

Oh goody, I'll get to wear my pretty new pith with the the freakishly enormous mosquito veil and my fetching little safari frock which shows off my ample bosom to great advantage!

I hope the gentlemen wear their jodpurs. I just love a man in jodpurs. Balances out his silhouette so exquisitely, wouldn't you say?

[DaveL]

Oh yes jodhpurs by the bucket load and all khaki in colour! You can always judge a man by the cut in his jodhpurs I say!

Rightyo then, I'll just ask the villagers if they'd like to donate a few of their livestock. We can paint them up to look like Tigers. I won't be compensating anyone of course, which is awfully charitable of me!

Let's go chase those ghastly Bengals! Tally ho! *clumsily blows bugle, signalling a charge*

[pieces o nine]

I am moved to lyric poetry:

Tiger , tiger, mooing bright   
In the forests of the night,   
What immortal hand or eye   
Could paint thy fearful symmetry?

[Black Bart]

Peasants hovel, Peasants hovel burning bright
Just with his Lordship's sight
That will teach em to pay their taxes
Or next time I'll send men with axes

[Pachyderm]

Scotsmen, Scotsmen turning to fight
Sent them away as is me right.
Packed 'em off, wouldn't let them weep,
Ai needed the land to graze me sheep.

[pieces o nine]

Sink me!
I had no idea that I kept such literary company. Good show, all.

[Opsa]

Oh! don't sink! That could taint your frock.

Love the Blake-isms.

[Black Bart]

Terrorist, terrorist, burnin bright
In Glasgow airport t'other night
What fool targeted the hard Scottish city
They really do deserve our pity

[DaveL]

Oh how quaint, I love a good Terroir. Particularly for managing my vast vineyard estate.

Be careful how you douse those flames. Could be awfully painful!!

[Pachyderm]

Ireland, Ireland, burning bright,
Just what is potato blight?
Up the gangplank, off to sea
They need policemen in Boston, you see.

[DaveL]

Oh nice work there Viscount Pachyderm. I love our colonials being utilised in such an industrious fashion. Heaven help us if those blighters ever gain independence!

[Black Bart]

You'll find this amusing old chap...in one of our quiz questions this week we had to identify a photo of Mr Blobby!

[Opsa]

Mister Blobby who made thee
Shalt we hang who made thee
Gave thee spots & bid thee grin
like a beige-hued terrapin;
Clothing that doth make me heave
Polyester doesn't breathe;
Gave thee such a grating voice
Heaven knows it doth annoy us!
Mister Blobby begone ye!
Mister Blobby begone ye!