[Originally posted on Facebook 05/03/14]
Happy Ambrose Day, one and all! Be sure to wiggle your antennae at the neighbours (or fingers in imitation of, if human) and eat plenty of canned fruit.
Celebrations started early here at the tin mine. Mordecai and Groida have been riding on the ghost train since sunrise, pelting the rest of us with mini cream eggs. They sting like sodding bullets! I will have to insist they both have a nap during the day or they will be overtired come the evening's events.
Uncle Lucas will be unveiling the new, spruced-up Y Nauci 14 at the harbour tonight, hopefully putting the wind up the locals once and for all, allowing for uninterrupted nocturnal salvaging in future. I originally thought our night on the town was going to be something low-key, such as demolishing the Council Chambers, but now I can hardly contain my excitement. I'll just blame Groida for the smell, as usual.
Auntie Pamela is in her best black ninja pinny and already hauling the first of many trays from the furnace, laden with examples of her signature ERFWYLA (a Welsh acronym for "yummy if odd") regional terrorist folk recipes. She's hung a "closed for refurbishment" sign on the Chinese chippie's door, which should allay suspicions for a while. We've plenty of time to re-stock the freezers with roadkill later on.
Anyway folks, I have to away and smarten myself up for the coming proceedings. Despite Auntie P's assertions that I only wash all me feet when there's a z in the month, I am off to find the hosepipe right now.
Don't forget, manifest your Ambrosian leanings with pride!
Happy Ambrose Day, one and all! Be sure to wiggle your antennae at the neighbours (or fingers in imitation of, if human) and eat plenty of canned fruit.
Celebrations started early here at the tin mine. Mordecai and Groida have been riding on the ghost train since sunrise, pelting the rest of us with mini cream eggs. They sting like sodding bullets! I will have to insist they both have a nap during the day or they will be overtired come the evening's events.
Uncle Lucas will be unveiling the new, spruced-up Y Nauci 14 at the harbour tonight, hopefully putting the wind up the locals once and for all, allowing for uninterrupted nocturnal salvaging in future. I originally thought our night on the town was going to be something low-key, such as demolishing the Council Chambers, but now I can hardly contain my excitement. I'll just blame Groida for the smell, as usual.
Auntie Pamela is in her best black ninja pinny and already hauling the first of many trays from the furnace, laden with examples of her signature ERFWYLA (a Welsh acronym for "yummy if odd") regional terrorist folk recipes. She's hung a "closed for refurbishment" sign on the Chinese chippie's door, which should allay suspicions for a while. We've plenty of time to re-stock the freezers with roadkill later on.
Anyway folks, I have to away and smarten myself up for the coming proceedings. Despite Auntie P's assertions that I only wash all me feet when there's a z in the month, I am off to find the hosepipe right now.
Don't forget, manifest your Ambrosian leanings with pride!
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