Friday, June 12, 2009

Off On Holiday

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!

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  1. Thank you Gadj! Have a nice time!
    Sx

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  2. So you'll be the rooster among all the hens! Get a good tan!

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  3. I like this Romanian approach to the second honeymoon.

    Bon voyage!

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  4. Mm, thanks Gadj! Don't forget to try that prawn icecream.

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  5. Have a great time and just give in to those ladies' mothering instincts.

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  6. Have a fabulous time amidst the myriad delights of Mallorca.

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  7. We won't get up to anything on your blog while you're away, honest!

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  8. And here I didn't get you anything!

    Don't forget to come back, now...

    Pearl

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  9. Kevin - you speak for yourself - I'm planning on running around naked in here while he's away

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  10. Gadjee 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!

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  11. WE IZ IN UR BLOG DRINKIN UR TUICA !!!

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  12. I've found the olives!

    [starts Mexican wave]

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  13. Strip poker followed by a marathon of Carry-On films???
    Anyone want to borrow my space-hopper? Shall I get MJ's cake link????
    Sx

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  14. I've found his record collection - anyone for a game of frisbee?

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  15. If you will get on the spacehopper with Kevin what do you expect?

    Now we'll have to do that yellow pages thing and run around wiping the moustaches off the pictures

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  16. This is mediæval Carpathia. They've all got moustaches!

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  17. Sssssh!!!! Did you hear a key in the door? Quick, everyone, hide in the wardrobes.

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  18. Mrs. P.! Mrs. P.! Have we left her somewhere or did she go home with Ramon Navarro after all?

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  19. That's a sexy Babolat he's using.

    Hope you enjoy / enjoyed your hols.

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  20. Mrs P lost in the strip poker and flounced off with Ramon hours ago... that is a sexy babolat you're using Kevin.

    Have we got to stay in these wardrobes for much longer Daphne? - I think I'm going to be sick

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  21. 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.

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  22. Welcome back Gadjo. Hope it was a good holiday.

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  23. Bah, 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.

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  24. Kevin, 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.

    Boyo, 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.

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  25. 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.

    Those Quakers don't scare me. I've been talking to the Baha'i - know what I'm saying?

    Bringest thou it verily on, Friends.

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  26. Boyo, according to custom we planted our camelia in the trepanned skull of the local witch - you got it, the still alive local witch.

    The 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.

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