Well ... eh ... hem ...(think, think), I dunno ... cor blimey
(blushing furiously as she steps up to the microphone) I don't have nuffink to say, can't fink of a fing. Cor, ya done struck me dumb ! ! !
But
(as she takes a deep breath, adjusts her Union Jack Wickers, polishes her imaginary new flourescent purple glasses and reaches out to accept the Miss Chatty Pants Award)
I would just like to take this opportunity to thank all my very kind friends that have supported me through my timid and waivering first attempts at communicating with the many members to be found in the astonishing and amazingly creative Wonderland community that I have discovered since first taking my doubtful courage reluctantly in my hands and reaching out to join you in your might endeavours as you so bravely strive to make the world of Wonderland a much happier place to be ....HUUNNHHHHH (as she stops to drag a shudderingly massive great gasp of air into her sadly faltering lungs and begins searching rapidly through the many sheets of her "spontaneous" acceptance speech, she is forced to duck as a mightly tossed, soggy, dripping over-ripe purple plum is lofted with amazing accuracy directly at her exhausted body) From you amazing ladies (ducking to the left) and ...eh, gentlemen (feinting to the left) I have learned the art of (stepping back a couple of paces) friendship, love (being forced another six or seven steps back, all the time bending and weaving to miss the ever increasing hail of mushy plums, grapes, eggplants (aubergines), black rasperries and a veritable shower of small dark black currants) caring for ones fellow (again moving rapidly backwards) player (now turning around and running full pelt for the back of the stage not realizing that it is in fact, theatre-in-the-round as she disappears over the back, pages fluttering, shoes flying off, skirts tumbling over her ears, as she falls, still going on-an-on-an-on-an-on-an-on ..........................
As she fell, the last words to be heard softly and faintly echoing from the very depths of The Lost Wonderland Mine were:THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
Ann Ann Ann
Me thinks you read to much or you have had a whole bottle of that
very good purple stuff Merlot, Shiraz, Cabernet Sauvignon,Port,
Sherry.
No not our Ann! She wouldn't do a thing like that. She is a Tea totaler.
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Hang on - just have to change my depend ...................
Annie - you are the funniest sausage EVER!!!!!!! You never fail to crack me up! I read the whole speech in a sort of "Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins" type accent
Davimad wrote:I don't have to go to the doctor with this tummy ache
so glad you're feeling better - I keep telling youwhat the very best medicine is. Now you've had a double dose you should be feeling well enough to come over here and visit (the) US
What happened to that shy lady btw?
eh! who? where?
what a star turn we would have
Mo, please don't get your hopes up, and I don't mean a visit in August, because you know I would love to be there, but you must realize that what you are seeing is the result of a set of very chatty fingers being allowed to play, unsupervised, on the keyboard. That is not the real me. I am me, but yes, I'm shy, quiet, introverted, retiring, bashful and not given to making a public spectacle of myself ........ and I apologise for increasing everyone's dependence on their Depends (pun intended).