FILM CHALLENGE
I forgot to pass on the 12 films for 12 nights challenge. I hereby invite, nay compel, the following to spout forth:
Let's see what the ladies make of it.
(That wasn't a backhanded insult Special Brewman / Rotus)
- Special Brewman
- Mrs Pouncer
- Mme de Boyo
- Rotus
Let's see what the ladies make of it.
(That wasn't a backhanded insult Special Brewman / Rotus)
posted by M C Ward | 00:11
7 Comments:
Alas, for Mrs Pouncer appears to have imploded.
All that Botox/detox. As I stroke my paunch, I reflect on how good it is to be a man.
Indeedy, It's a man's world, MC. I wonder if Mrs Pouncer will come back reincarnated as somebody else, and if we'll recognise her.
Not sure that I've had the time to watch 12 films, except those that Boyo was playing during those evenings when I couldn't be motivated to rise from my Modigliani chair.
I relish a challenge. Prepare for a course in Bildung.
How vile to be written off so swiftly by people I PREVIOUSLY REGARDED AS FRIENDS.
My blog was hijacked and besmirched by my bingedrinking sister-in-law and so I had to clean out the Augean stables that she left behind and start afresh.
Luckily, for the last 3 days, I have had the steadying hand of a progressive medic on my tiller and much else besides. I am proud to stand in front of you detoxed, botoxed and with slightly more collagen than strictly necessary. Gadjo, you would know me anywhere. CLdeM Pouncer xx
PS
What exactly am I supposed to do? Do I watch 12 films? Or do I try and remember 12 films? And you know how scared I am of Mrs Boyo.
"Written off?" Nay Mrs Pouncer - lamented. Nobody is more delighted than I am to see you returning!
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