Michael Palaeologus

So, thats next week then? The Curry Cabin has just got a big thumbs-up from Sue - I dont hink we have been there yet.

Horse chestnuts or sweet chestnuts? The Horse Chestnut is from Asia Minor and is not a native to these shores. Therefore they should not be protected and should be hunted down as vermin.

I too missed this - basically by being asleep. I have become a light-weight.

How about Tues, Weds or Thurs?

Good to see everybody last night - bigger turn-out of newbies which was great. Head feels rather vague today, mouth tastes of kebab, yuk.

VBC - saw you in the Kebab shop - SO popular!! :))

I have just turned on my TV to watch "The Deadliest Catch". Imagine my surprise to find that the programme is actually about rufty tufty men who go out of their way to catch crabs. When they pull out their tackle (ibid), dripping as it is with salty residues, they carefully pull the crabs from their tackle and inspect them. Stangely the aim is to catch the maximum number of crabs in one dip. They swap information with each other as to the best places to catch crabs and many of them gather around to take in turns to satisfy their needs. The really greedy ones all go in at the same time. This can get very messy, with seamen all over the place and the danger of losing members if a box snaps shut too quickly. They do this both at day and night and only take a rest when they are soaked to the skin and their rubbers have leaked. What is clear is that it is the younger chaps who have to bend over backwards to show their potential to satisfy the older members. Only after a very close inspection of their proudly displayed brown starfish will the younger chaps be broken in. This can be quite a brutal process with lots of shouting as a number of experienced chaps try and break in the younger chaps without damaging their potential; things can be quite tight. Who would have thought it? But then, this is Channel 4.

Gut-Rocking Comedy is back at the EDT from this Sunday...

Wasps - why?

"They don't any more, not that I'd know cos I've never been back, NEVER ALRIGHT, NEVER!!!!!" - Piers, is it me, or is your nose growing quite alarmingly?

I think Geeky bloke will win it.

I think they were being petulistic Seany-pops, ignore the nasty people...

Surely it is the search for the G-spot which is all part of the fun? Anyway, the G-spot is a myth, rather like the Loch Ness monster, Big Foot and Gordon Brown's next general election victory.

Probably waiting for a BMC Waiter to deliver them.

Molyvos village, Lesvos, Olive Press Hotel reception.

:-$ I would like to dedicate my previous post to the late, great Humphrey Littleton .... and Samantha .... and Sven

Hmm, try this Tatziki Moos, it has both Greek Yoghurt and cucumber in it and is bound to be good for the skin. In the meantime, could you turn the light off, you are illuminating the QR quite well by yourself. DM darling, how I long to take you on a long night time trip in a small Greek fishing boat, the moonlight, the stars .... will aid you as your repair the nets and help me haul in a net full of mackerel and lobster pots, not to mention gutting the fish and chopping up the octopus. You have the hands for it. Back to the pool !!

Annasfield, you SO have to turn up in a posh frock and dodgy hat and ever so slightly 3 sheets to the wind! Preferably with large amounts of winnings to spend....

Dusty tumble-weed rolls through the thread ............. :))

Sitting as I am in a Greek fishing harbour, I can confirm that the Greeks have particularly handsome tackle. Some is quite old and knobly, whereas the younger chaps have new shinier tackle that glows in the dark to attract their intended prey. Either variety seems to work as I have observed them proudly displaying their hard work to the tourists, who all seem very impressed and stop to take photos. Some of the very old chaps simply dangle their tackle from the end of the jetty, which isnt half so impressive, but they always have a gaggle of Greek pussies hanging around them, so they must come up with something worth having on occasion. Today, I saw that one chap had dragged his tackle onto the beach and was scrubbing at it with some vigour, it seemed that he was trying to get rid of crabs and the like before another night of endeavour.

*Pops in from internet cafe in fishing harbour of gloriously sunny village on Lesbos* "Yassoo! Cafe Frappe and an Ouzo anybody? Goes quite nicely as a Krug chaser I find" *Wanders out onto the balcony to find sunshine and brightly coloured fishing boats bobbing on a turqoise Aegean* "DM, may I say, you look simply stunned" *Time for a little more mono-chrome photo-pootling amidst the ancient Greeks. Exits stage left*

I cant do anything until w/c 9 June, but go ahead without me :(

What the fuck am I supposed to do with all these 50p pieces now?

Surely only 2KMs of Turkey is actually in Europe? :))

snack eggs