Happy weekend to you all!
I wishā¦ got extra work tomorrow so can we postpound this for tomorrow so i can take part too?
No weekend for me - work work
Do you have an alternative weekend instead?
Wouldnāt that be a CoC violation? Maybe if one thread is odd weekend, and the other even weekend, but mods donāt really have sense of humor.
Yes, tuesday is my weekend
Aaah the weekend, She is here!
You are Sinny are twins!
Clearly have the same vibe going on
Iāll be rummaging about.
I plan on finishing levelling off my kul tiran druid. Maybe have a few beers along the way
Aye! thats what i like to hear!
Checks calendar
Not the weekend yet
Pssssht Piffle and Pshaw I say, every gentleman and lady knows that the weekend starts on a Friday afternoon, where you retire to your gentlemanās club (not that type) and order a few gin and tonics, whilst reading the Times, and looking at mapās of Empire and how much of it is still pink, (Depressingly little these days) Tut about the youth of today, and their outlandish behaviour, order some steak and more steak, (Gout be damned) then unbutton your waistcoat a few buttons (Not all of them, gentry have to keep up standards after all. Put the newspaper over your head and have a gentlemanly snooze, check your pocketwatch upon waking and notice it is most clearly time for more Ginanigans, so order some more from Trubshaw, the waiter at this fine establishment āIn fact old boy, might as well leave the bottleā look around the room, and listen to the younger members of the club talking about current affairs.
Waggle a finger, go āHarrumph, Well in -my- day, we wouldnāt put up with this sort of Shilly Shallying, yes, no mucking about, you young fellows donāt know about hardships, no, not a jot of it! When I was in the army as a young Subaltern, we served under Major Startling-Grope, now there was a man who understood discipline, every morning an ice cold bath, even if you had a letter from matron saying you had consumption, yes, no messing about there!ā
Before having another gin, then a little snooze.
Then calling over Trubshaw and write a message on your card, to be put on a silver platter, and be carried by one of the local urchins to your trusty manservant, Carruthers, telling him to arrange for your carriage to collect you from the Club in two hours, before settling into a few games of Bridge (Gin included) with Charles āCharlieā Charles, last of the famous Charles brothers, Strangely Brown, and Chuffy, Before being assisted into your carriage by Carruthers.
And that was another thing, pavementās damned slippery these days, a fellow could look drunk, you had a good mind to write a stiffly worded letter of complaint to The Times and other organs of such repute, saying it was a disgrace, and would never have happened in your day. What would Major Startling-Grope have made of it, Heād never have stood for it, sadly, he died in Calcutta, Not in battle, it was an accident, someone dropped a tiger inside his tent, pure accident, could happen to anyone.
Then time to apologise to the Spouse, and head upstairs for a well deserved nap.
Thatās whatā¦everyone does on a Friday, Right?
By gosh, by golly, good sir! That was by far the most spiffing description of oneās good time in thee Friday afternoon antics of this great nation! Bravo to you sir, bravo! Waves a handkerchief
Aye!!!
It be looking like that yarrrr!