Your name seems to indicate a woman, although I know that Carrol can sometimes be used by men but I am intrigued to know why chalk is used in climbing; I'm not sure about the superglue either.
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*wears dark cloak, peeks in the room, and glides quietly towards a table in the corner*
*orders a beer from the waiter, careful not to let him see her face*
*sips the beer, and giggles to herself as she listens in to the conversations*
Then pull up a chair then and take a swig matey!:lol:
We must protect this masculine preserve from these pesky women....especially the young and pretty ones who will put our resolve to the test.
Can I stay if I say my purpose is merely academic?;) I'm doing research on the male species.:D
Maybe she can stay if she cleans the bathrooms...and sweeps the floors...
"Pint o Newkie and a bag of pork scratchin's, please darlin'." (I assume barmaids are exception to no women rule.)
Walks over to juke box, chooses Paranoid, by Black Sabbath.
Actually, the chicks hunkering down on the sidelines doesn't matter in here - somehow, we've created the perfect blokes' room.
See those old oak panels beside the library? Women used to hide behind those and listen through the cracks in the late 1800s.
Little good it did them - whatever they heard, saw or smelt, there was nothing they could do, because what happens in the Blokes' Club, stays in the Blokes' Club and if some demure wee thing was silly enough to admit she'd been caught eavesdropping on gentlemen*, it would have been akin to Queen Victoria admitting to having taken seven of her footmen as lovers at the same time.
These days, the social penury may not be to those lengths, but any Real Woman [TM] would certainly think little of her sister who stooped to such depths.
The cigar smoke always gets them in the end.
;)
*I am referring to gentlemen members of that past - while I am in no position to comment on whether any other participants fit the description, I most certainly, do not.
Yep, some women, are turned on by violence and possessiveness, but luckily, very few.
See above.
:)
Proof!
Not that hard to tell in the end, is it?
Perish the thought.
Just treat them exactly as one would the soft sounds of the string quartet in the far corner by the fire.
There isn't an emoticon here to describe how I exploded with laughter at that!
Classic.
And spit-polish my shoes!
:lol::lol::lol::lol:
Carroll = last name
chalk keeps your hands dry. trying to hold on for dear life is a little hard when your hands are sweaty. and super glue is the best first aid development since the band aid. its like stitches only faster, cheaper, stronger, and it leaves better (and more manly) battle scars.
You would, alas, assume wrong.
Parker, our commissionaire, is well-versed in the recruitment needs of this establishment and we are presently in no need of new staff members. Our last staff member hired was Johnson, the porter, and that was in 1968.
His son has been in training to take over from him later this year, in fact.
In future, please discuss all matters pertaining to the club and employment matters with Mr Parker. His details are here.
Juke box?
I have heard the term, I'm sure.
Isn't that Mozart's Prussian Quartet k575 I can hear?
What's grillin' tonight?
Well it's already well into nightime now so I am finishing off with one packet of Prawn cocktail potato chips and one ridge cut cheddar and onion accompanied by two cans of Tennant's Super strong lager and one of Miller Light to soften the blow. You know, the male atmosphere in this club is so congenial I think I will move in permanently.
Thank you.
Ah, you American chaps and your trans-Atlantic humour!
Parker was mentioning only last week, the time one of your cousins was in the club and asked for something grilled. Sir Nigel was desperate to whip him off to the side room for a proper grilling, but Parker explained that it was a form of cooking used in former colonies rather than a request for de-briefing.
Parker will be pleased to have one of the footmen service your epicurean requests.
Are any of you familiar with Cajun style food?
Aah, yes! A good friend of mine from Louisiana is Cajun, and he is one of the best cooks I know! Fresh everything, bought on the dock that same day.
Forget the prawns...give me a bucket of crayfish!!!
. . . sure! I'm certainly no expert on Cajun cooking. Unless we can count eating it. Names? Bah! not necessary.
We must be careful not to alienate our American male members who might be more inclined to a 1920s speakeasy environment than an 1890s gentlemen's club in London. After all, there is a great difference between Blackjack and Poker and Bridge or Whist. Now don't get me wrong, I happen to think that the Gentlemen's club is comensurate with the invention of the wheel but, in the era of the internet, we must be prepared to broaden the scope of the Bloke's domain to include men from all parts of the globe.
Atheist...if you are from NZ...wouldn't it be more proper to say trans-Pacific humor...and what kind of humor is that exactly?
:lol::lol:
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My stepdad has only lived here in America for 4 years (London-area born and raised), and when he goes back for christmas he always brings me back Prawn Cocktail Chips (Crisps), they are frikkin amazing. (as disgusting as that sounds).
The tales of the terribleness of some Glasgow pubs is legendary and, as someone who has experienced them personally, you are in a position of being able to underline just how bad they are. But how do you feel about belonging to a male preserve that has leather armchairs and Mozart being played by a string quartet?
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Oh God. If that had been my wife that would have been the end of the marriage. I think he ought to consider himself lucky.
Reminds me of a story of a guy who was on continuous business travel for years. He would go back home every so often and every once in a while I would see him at the travel location. I would go every there for a week's time every other month or so, but he was there for like a month at a time. One day I cought up with him and he told me his marriage was on the ropes. I figured it was because he was away so often. It turns out the girl he was meeting up with on his travel got angry he broke up with her and mailed her bright red underwear to his wife with a note that said something like, "for old times sake." :lol: He had a lot of explaining to do.
Lipstick and powder? :p
:lol::lol:
Actually the wife is cooking. And complaining. I forgot to take the garbage out last night and she was pissed. She actually sent me an email to work. :D
Would have been interesting. I can keep my nose clean but I would probably need a local to be with. ;)
LOL!:lol: Then again, I'm no ordinary 17 year old girl.;) Let's just say I was 'one of the guys' when I was younger.:D In fact, I still think I am!:lol:
:lol: Sorry, I don't do bathrooms.:lol: I could serve you guys beverages though.;) I make pretty good coffee.:D
I'm a big girl now!:D And I'm sure whatever you guys say I've heard it before and will come as no surprise to me.:D
Oooh!:D What could I possibly say I wonder?;)
Maybe we could have the West Louge done out in 1920s speakeasy. I'm a big fan of women's fashion from that time - a touch of class with a touch of hooker. Perfect!
I'll bet you a Glasgy pub against Otara's Flying Jug any day.
:D
No, definitely trans-Atlantic. The club is based in London as the centre of the "Old World". I know I'm mixing South Pacific, East London and Harrow idiom, but you'll catch up.
Clearly not!
Well hello Mr. Atheist!:D I hope you don't mind my lil intrusion in your thread.:D My curiosity got the best of me, and I just couldn't help myself.:D