Mourning Suit.

[dafydd manton]

Mourning Suit. It doesn't suit me at all.


Where's it all gone?
Where are the laughs, the fun?
Suddenly, we're all so serious,
Up-tight, even!
Wary.
Where's the party atmosphere?
The swapping of jokes,
Appreciating each others work
But in a way that was made
For enjoyment?
Where's the Buzz?
The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind,
A sour, black, foetid, soulless wind.
But why have we got here?
What the hell
Drove us?
That a few good friends did
What friends must do.
We stuck together in adversity
And suffered.
New York is quiet now,
Melbourne, Perth, lie silent.
Scotland, Devon, San Jaun
Mourn.
Sheffield weeps
Uncontrollably.
So does Bristol.
The Naughty Corner just grew up.
Please, my dear friends,
You know who you are!
Come back,
And make me laugh
Again!

Please.

[hillwalker]

Get a grip man..... it's only a quiet night in the middle of a quiet week.

Or else phone the LitNet Hotline - they have a Helpdesk manned 24/7 for this exact situation.

0800 575 7700

calls from landlines cost £100 a minute - calls from some mobiles will be considerably more expensive

[dafydd manton]

At last! A laugh! It worked. God is Welsh!!!!!

[hillwalker]

And has also just got back from the pub, which might explain the response.

[dafydd manton]

Blimey! Do they close early up there?

[Delta40]

the naughty corner just grew up? please explain...

[dafydd manton]

Certainly not! I'd get in to terrible trouble on a public forum, and needs must that one is a good little bunny!!!!!

[hillwalker]

Close early? No.... I just started early and am a wuss.

[dafydd manton]

Terrible stuff, that shandy.......................

What couldn't you do with a pint of Felin Foel?

[NikolaiI]

This reminds me of something...

But yes you can't party all the time Dave. :p

[dafydd manton]

Give me three million reasons why not? In alphabetical order, of course.

[Delta40]

my mother is scottish....

[NikolaiI]

I'll give you one: you'll die.

[hillwalker]

My furniture cleaner is Polish.

[dafydd manton]

The Scots are the best party-ers I knw - or are you referring to Hill being in Scotland (and just back from the pub)

[dafydd manton]

Hill, we genuinely had a Polish restaurant in Sheffield, called Polonium (not a good name!) which had a sign out side that read "Eat Healthy, Eat Polish!" I never went it.....

[Delta40]

My furniture cleaner is Polish.



:party:

[NikolaiI]

Dafydd?

[dafydd manton]

Yes? (Eh?)

[NikolaiI]

You missed my post?

[Jerrybaldy]

Guess I picked a bad night to post 'the gathering' then. But it is a wednesday Daffy. The black hole in midweek. Your party animals are all alive and well worldwide, worry not dear Duck.

[dafydd manton]

You missed my post?

Sorry, yes, i must have.

[Delta40]

Guess I picked a bad night to post 'the gathering' then. But it is a wednesday Daffy. The black hole in midweek. Your party animals are all alive and well worldwide, worry not dear Duck.

Personally, as it is Thursday in the land of Oz, i think the gathering would have read better on Wednesday

signed
The Wizard

[dafydd manton]

*Thinks...must follow yellow brick road to house with rusting car and chickens. Did not know that chickens rust. Curse syntax. Cheers*

[Delta40]

oompa loompas, I mean munchkins, seize the interlocutor before he nears my emerald fort!

[Hawkman]

You think you've got problems! I've just learned that I may actually be entitled to an Austrian Passport! Too late for the Belle Epoch though :D I am also just a little tipsy as I have been dining with the aged P, always a boozy affair... Wallow not in lonely self pity oh Welsh one - H

[dafydd manton]

*Aaaarrgghhh. Thrown in Swan River by small people in garish colurs, looking remarkably like my mother!!!*

Ah, Hawk, it worked, you see (double). The hordes have come out of the woodwork, if only to mock we poor innocent Celts! (And you've got to be careful saying that.)

[Jerrybaldy]

Delta
I am so sick of trying to catch up your today and my tomorrow, I am beginning to think I will never get there :P

[dafydd manton]

Jerry, it's easy. Take the time that Delta sent the message, Forum time. Subtract five hours to get GMT. Add one hour to get BST, then add however many hours difference between you and her, (9, possibly) and it will be......Friday, by my reckoning. Or Sunday. Simples.

[Jerrybaldy]

Sorry Daf. But as you are in Sheffield I have not yet got your reply.

[dafydd manton]

Wait till Sunday, add an hour, take away the number you first thought of, mulitply by the sqaure root on the hypotenuse, and you're quids in.

[hillwalker]

I reckon we should all convert to DLT - Delta Local Time.

[angliholic]

Mourning suit!
Interesting title and I thought it was morning suit!
And good poem!
Very touching! I adore this one!
Daffy, your craftmanship is soaring high and sky is the limit!

[Delta40]

Time for you folks to go to bed, while I work so you can enjoy the economy of Thursday! how unfair is that?

[NikolaiI]

Sorry, yes, i must have.

Yes?

lol, Dafydd you are adept at evasion. :p

[Haunted]

Quiet New York? I'm baaack. People put on some Lady Gaga. Will someone tell me what time it is. Or what day. GMT? It's not a mutated form of STD, is it? Delta will know :D

Good to see Dafy trading his mourning suit for a monkey suit. Same number of syllables but it just suits him so much better. :banana:
:party:

[dafydd manton]

I'll give you one: you'll die.

Yeah, but what I way to go....the Vegemite girls and Haunted! Delta on my left hand, Mary on my right,.... pass the brandy!!

[Maryd.]

Hey, did someone mention party.

Nice one Dafydd, yes it is a tad quiet these days...

[dafydd manton]

Never mind, kid, pass the Vegemite, I've got a fresh barrel of Meths,....... let's PARTY!!

XX

[Maryd.]

:party:Yay...
Yum Vegemite....

[Haunted]

party till we drop!

:banana: :banana: :party: :banana: :banana:

can someone explain what Vegemite is? It rhymes with dynamite and that won't bode well for Daf's meth lab....

[PrinceMyshkin]

Give me three million reasons why not? In alphabetical order, of course.

Reminds me of this joke:


A mother shakes her son awake one Saturday morning: "Get up, it's time for you to go to the synagogue."

"I'm not going," the son answers, "and I'll give you two reasons: one, they don't like me there and two, I don't like them."

"And I'll give you two reasons why you are going," says his mother: "One, you're 45 years old, and two, you're the Rabbi."