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BNG - please type in the name of the song and group - some of us have overactive security on our work 'puters and that sort of thing gets blocked. Thanks.

Sue Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > And what have Martians got to do with this? For pity's sake Sue, rein youself in - we'll have the Green Party on our backs if we're not careful.

jester Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Sinew Wiser

Prime Mover - Zodiac Mindwarp & The Love Reaction

No I mean Advent. Time was when an Englishman could wander gaily into his local stationers and order an advent calendar any time of the year. It was his unalienable right. Now it seems we care more for the rights of aliens. Pah.

I've looked averywhere and can I buy an Advent calender? Can I 'eck as like. Too worried they might upset johnny foreigner, no doubt.

Walk Of Life - Dire Straits

Monkey Man - Toots & The Maytals

Reaps

silverfox Wrote: > Depending on your views fairytuk27, within minutes > you can be accused of fascism, nazism, racism, > homophobia, being anti-scientific, anti-jewish, > anti-poor and so on. > > Welcome. Welcome FairyUK - it's not always as fun as SiverFox makes it out to be, sometimes it can all workaday and rational.

dullified Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > If "We prefer male nanny. Or just nanny." Then why > didn't you title the post "Sex wth the Male > Nanny"? I would say 'schoolboy error' dullified, but in the context of the thread I fear it may get us all put on a register of some sort.

Seen Ted, seen. But I fear the sexual tension between you and the mistress when you remove your spats and unknot your bow tie for a lively game of swingball with her eldest may be too much for her to bear. Weakness thy name is woman and all that. I imagine her savouring the memory until the next time Laurie is in Brussels. Then in the wee hours comes a-tapping gently rapping on the Max bedroom door. You start like a fawn and the copy of Spinoza's Tractatus de Intellectus Emendatione you are absorbing falls from nerveless fingers. You cup your hands around your mouth and start to make loud snoring noises (think Basil in The Wedding Party episode when he mistakenly thought that Mme Peignoir was storming his portals but it turned out to be Sybil) in order to fool the sex crazed bint, but to no avail. She enters the Max boudoir and exercises her droit de seigneur over which I prefer to draw a discreet veil. However it's probably worth mentioning her throaty whispering of "Teddy-Toodles be nice to mummy" throughout added insult to violation. Anyway in the aftermath when your employer has taken her leave, you lie in bed musing philosophically on the experience. Lanquidly you retrieve the fallen volume and wonder where Spinoza stood on the matter of happy two-dicked dogs.

As an NNEB (Nursery Nurse) trained chap of some years standing, I remember vividly the part of the training where I had to work in a family home. The lady of the house took great delight in bringing me and the kids to playgroups and play 'dates' at her friends' homes. It's important to remember that this was several years and several stones ago, and I don't think I'd be in violation of The Trades Description Act to describe myself as something of a 'hottie'* as the modern vernacular has it. Anyway the fashion in which the mummies flirted and made mild innuendos gave me the distinct impression that had I wished to take advantage of the situation I could have seen more sex than a policeman's torch. Of course my natural gentlemanliness and rigid professional code meant I didn't take advantage of the situation. Though being but flesh and blood it became harder and harder as the days went on, and I confess to finding great relief when I handed in my final report and bid farewell to the family. I suppose I should have felt soiled and cheapened at being treated as some sort of sex object, and indeed perhaps a more sensitive 'depthy' sort of cove would, but on reflection I was happy as a dog with two dicks. As for the best course of action, Ted I suggest uyou take a golfer's stance and just 'play it where it lies'. Good luck. * I've just looked at some old snaps from the time, and I don't think 'stunning' could be dismissed as hyperbole, franky.

I think I remember something of the sort PG, but there again at the time I regularly used to get outside of a few beer and cider lollies so I'm not the most reliable of witnesses.

In a pub drinking the health of our Prince & Princess of Day Off.

Shopping - The Pet Shop Boys

Along Came Jones - The Coasters

Smithers-Jones - The Jam

Rover

The Light Pours Out Of Me - Magazine

Slave

Are they Heinz?

Another Day In Paradise - Phil Collins

Liver

Roy's brother, do pay attention IanR.