I'm afraid it is nationwide. Dr Maroon will only buy Tesco's own vodka now, proclaiming it "pure...that's right PURE" and scaring the little till-operators. He has stuck with Drambuie, but now mixes it with 3-for-99p cherryade. In this way he hopes to hold back his personal recession. We shall see. I have made various economies. This household was ludicrously overstaffed, for example, so one old retainer has been shown the door, and the dimmer of my twins is on borrowed time. I am thinking of turning my creaking old pile into a boarding house. Full-board, all-in, use of cruet.
In case the recession gets worse you could start stock-piling the stuff - you could even send it to MC Ward, who I believe now owns a car which runs on it!
Mrs Pouncer, I have a horde - and I use the word advisedly - of Hutsul relatives clamouring to share their insights with the people of Britain. So far I have pleaded lack of space, but if your boarding house is spacious, its floors reinforced and the police mollified, I might send them your way. All they need in terms of feeding is Dr Maroon's address. I will pay you in gold karbovantsi.
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Signs of a recession also include Piers Morgan doing voice-overs for M&S ads.
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I'm mixing my own Moscow Mules.
I'm afraid it is nationwide. Dr Maroon will only buy Tesco's own vodka now, proclaiming it "pure...that's right PURE" and scaring the little till-operators. He has stuck with Drambuie, but now mixes it with 3-for-99p cherryade. In this way he hopes to hold back his personal recession. We shall see.
I have made various economies. This household was ludicrously overstaffed, for example, so one old retainer has been shown the door, and the dimmer of my twins is on borrowed time. I am thinking of turning my creaking old pile into a boarding house. Full-board, all-in, use of cruet.
In case the recession gets worse you could start stock-piling the stuff - you could even send it to MC Ward, who I believe now owns a car which runs on it!
I've stocked up with snoek, dried eggs and more Kendal Mint Cake than you can shake a stick at.
Thanks for thinking of me, Gadjo, but I'd have to race Show to it, and it's a contest I feel I'd lose.
I, of course, am sitting pretty, having cornered the helium market. But the rest of you need not despair; I shall need minions.
Yesterday I ate in a decent restaurant at my mother's expense and pocketed the little bicuits they put in the saucer of one's coffee cup.
BTW Mrs Boyo, consider yourself tagged. Rules to be found on my blog...
Gyppo, the little bicuits they put in the saucer of one's coffee cup, are called 'lunch'.
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Scarlet, you are making your own shoes?
Mrs Pouncer, I have a horde - and I use the word advisedly - of Hutsul relatives clamouring to share their insights with the people of Britain. So far I have pleaded lack of space, but if your boarding house is spacious, its floors reinforced and the police mollified, I might send them your way. All they need in terms of feeding is Dr Maroon's address. I will pay you in gold karbovantsi.
Yes, Mrs B, I am doing a degree in cobblers!
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Speak it fluently myself.
Madam - I blog on Sainsbury's own-brand scotch. You're unlikely to catch me doing anything so pointless while sober.
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