Posted: Mon May 12, 2003 1:13 am
an amalgam of dentists
I can't claim this one. It's a contribution from my wife, Liz
Pete
I can't claim this one. It's a contribution from my wife, Liz
Pete
and the best so far too Pete.
p.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2003 1:27 am
Posted: Mon May 12, 2003 9:04 pm
another from Liz
a brace of orthodontists
I think there is some sort of connection here
a brace of orthodontists
I think there is some sort of connection here
Posted: Tue May 13, 2003 3:10 pm
I have to say Liz has given us a couple of very good terms. Is it some sort of phobia Pete 
Posted: Wed May 14, 2003 4:38 pm
and several more that have worked their way out...
an assortment of confectioners;
a club of cavemen;
a ring of telephonists; and
a klan of racists.
Cheers
Andrew (Darby)
an assortment of confectioners;
a club of cavemen;
a ring of telephonists; and
a klan of racists.
Cheers
Andrew (Darby)
Posted: Thu May 22, 2003 5:34 pm
just an afterthought:
a lie of truths
a lie of truths
Posted: Wed May 28, 2003 5:28 pm
A finale of ashes (see other thread)
Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2003 4:51 pm
a cradle of nurses
Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2003 5:57 pm
A waste of slag! 
Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2003 11:16 pm
a stack of builders
Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2003 11:18 pm
a pry of neighbours
Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2003 11:22 pm
an ilk of 'Anoraks'
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2003 11:18 pm
This is without doubt the epitome of literary swanicalism. (JTS knows about the swanicles) (Spike)
I place before you what I believe is my best yet.
It is truly remarkable, given that I have been without rhyme nor reason these long lonely hours on the wild moors of Upper Ferretville.
Be prepared to be amazed as I post this little gem. Yes, I know I have my fans and it was their arrival at the rear of Jo's thicket, which sparked my brain into a supernova of intoxication and wordy exhuberence. As I sat on my toadstool to await the gathering throng I saw them from afar. Their headlights illuminating the hedgerows as these happy few, these noble few, made their treck towards my 'umble abode. I saw them and said to myself,
"Look, Byron! see for yourself. They are arriving in their 'droves, of cars'". I thank you. I thank you. I thank you.
BTW JTS, Spike was my hero. I miss him.
I place before you what I believe is my best yet.
It is truly remarkable, given that I have been without rhyme nor reason these long lonely hours on the wild moors of Upper Ferretville.
Be prepared to be amazed as I post this little gem. Yes, I know I have my fans and it was their arrival at the rear of Jo's thicket, which sparked my brain into a supernova of intoxication and wordy exhuberence. As I sat on my toadstool to await the gathering throng I saw them from afar. Their headlights illuminating the hedgerows as these happy few, these noble few, made their treck towards my 'umble abode. I saw them and said to myself,
"Look, Byron! see for yourself. They are arriving in their 'droves, of cars'". I thank you. I thank you. I thank you.
BTW JTS, Spike was my hero. I miss him.
Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2003 1:29 am
Is laughing out loud a confirming enough response, Byron? How about continual laughing , as I continue to think about it? Your buildup lent it an extra-special something, of course
.Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2003 2:32 am
Dear Byron,
You wrote "without rhyme or reason". If, as I hope, you were referring to "Spike" (as in Milligan), then you have given this message board the biggest punch up the conk it's ever experienced, or ever will.
It's getting late: there's a stake-out in Henry Crun's factory: "what time is it Eccles?"
Andrew.
P.S. I know what time it is : I've got it writted down on a piece of paper. it says 8 o'clock.
You wrote "without rhyme or reason". If, as I hope, you were referring to "Spike" (as in Milligan), then you have given this message board the biggest punch up the conk it's ever experienced, or ever will.
It's getting late: there's a stake-out in Henry Crun's factory: "what time is it Eccles?"
Andrew.
P.S. I know what time it is : I've got it writted down on a piece of paper. it says 8 o'clock.