Me and the Missus and three of her ladyfriends (it was 10 last time, I must be losing my touch) are going on holiday. No blogging there; will be back in a week. Going to Mallorca, and so while I'm away here are some pictures (of interest to the ladies mainly) of Mallorca's favourite son Rafael Nadal to look at. Byesy bye!
Thank you Gadj! Have a nice time!
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So you'll be the rooster among all the hens! Get a good tan!
ReplyDeleteI like this Romanian approach to the second honeymoon.
ReplyDeleteBon voyage!
Mm, thanks Gadj! Don't forget to try that prawn icecream.
ReplyDeleteHave a great time and just give in to those ladies' mothering instincts.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous time amidst the myriad delights of Mallorca.
ReplyDeleteWe won't get up to anything on your blog while you're away, honest!
ReplyDeleteAnd here I didn't get you anything!
ReplyDeleteDon't forget to come back, now...
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Kevin - you speak for yourself - I'm planning on running around naked in here while he's away
ReplyDeleteGadjee babee, it can't, it simply can't be a whole year since you were having tallow rubbed into your hump by the Brides of Dracula in ... was it Italy? How our friendship has flourished!
ReplyDeleteWE IZ IN UR BLOG DRINKIN UR TUICA !!!
ReplyDeleteI've found the olives!
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Strip poker followed by a marathon of Carry-On films???
ReplyDeleteAnyone want to borrow my space-hopper? Shall I get MJ's cake link????
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Yay! Spacehoppers!
ReplyDeleteI've found his record collection - anyone for a game of frisbee?
ReplyDeleteOops, I've broken the coffee table.
ReplyDeleteIf you will get on the spacehopper with Kevin what do you expect?
ReplyDeleteNow we'll have to do that yellow pages thing and run around wiping the moustaches off the pictures
This is mediæval Carpathia. They've all got moustaches!
ReplyDeleteSssssh!!!! Did you hear a key in the door? Quick, everyone, hide in the wardrobes.
ReplyDeleteMrs. P.! Mrs. P.! Have we left her somewhere or did she go home with Ramon Navarro after all?
ReplyDeleteThat's a sexy Babolat he's using.
ReplyDeleteHope you enjoy / enjoyed your hols.
Mrs P lost in the strip poker and flounced off with Ramon hours ago... that is a sexy babolat you're using Kevin.
ReplyDeleteHave we got to stay in these wardrobes for much longer Daphne? - I think I'm going to be sick
Cooee, I'm baaack!!!! Oh my oh my oh my, what a lot a fun you've all been having whilst I've been away; as a Norwegian friend of mine used to say "When the cat's away the mice will jump on the table" (presumably/hopefully it rhymes in Norwegian). I should go away more often, if only for your sakes! I'll try to catch up soon with all the blogs.... I've missed you all savagely.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back Gadjo. Hope it was a good holiday.
ReplyDeleteBah, I've been partying on down at someone else's blog by mistake and missed all the fun. I thought the folks over at quakerjustice.blogspot were a bit quiet.
ReplyDeleteKevin, thanks, it was a good holiday; though unfortunately your namesake (Kevin the Camelia) has pined away rather wilst we've been away and now has barely a single leaf remaining.
ReplyDeleteBoyo, the lads down at quakerjustice.blogspot have been quieter than usual - which is pretty damned quiet, I'd be the first to admit - because they've been preparing for their next offensive. You didn't hear me say this.
Apropos watering camelias, Gadjo, I don't want to harp on about this but the Transylvanian method - stringing up a virgin and draining her veins onto the leaves - only works with Leylandia.
ReplyDeleteThose Quakers don't scare me. I've been talking to the Baha'i - know what I'm saying?
Bringest thou it verily on, Friends.
Boyo, according to custom we planted our camelia in the trepanned skull of the local witch - you got it, the still alive local witch.
ReplyDeleteThe Bahá'í may think they're hard, but the word on the street is that the "Friends" have just formed a pact with the Jains. There's going to be a vegetarian restaurant turf war and no mistake.