We are enjoying a bit of an Indian summer in the UK . Saturday was steaming hot , as this usually causes most of the populace to bugger off to the beach and then spend the evening burning animal flesh in the garden the Cafe was fairly quiet .
The management at Cafe C declared Saturday evening a holiday and we all set off for a meal at a little inn amid the desolation of Portland bill .
The inn blatantly had not changed their menu since 1974 , so we pigged out on retro classics and then staggered off to walk round the lighthouse promontory caressed by the balmy nighttime zephyrs. We just about made it to the end and collapsed in decorous heaps on the massive chunks of Portland stone bordering the sea .
It was idyllic lazing about under a truly amazing blanket of stars , lulled by the pounding of the surf and the murmurings and barkings of Mr C's digestive tract.
As a shooting star sped across the firmament Mr C asked wistfully
"Did you make a wish???"
To which myself ,James and Midge cried joyfully in unison
"Yes ....but your still here !!!"
I can thankfully report that even a retaliatory punch to the head cannot put a damper on natures awesome majesty :-)
21 comments:
Blimey, sounds like a scene from 'From Here to Eternity'?!
Sx
I dont remember Deborah Kerr belching and punching Burt Lancaster in the head Miss S. I must have missed that bit. You were possibly thinking of Now Voyager as that featured a blanket of stars in the closing scene with Bette Davis and Claude Rains ....but I dont remember any gastric utterances or punching in that one iether
Blimmin' 'ell! Wasn't Sunday autumnal?! It's a good job Saturday was so balmy. I'm just glad that the weather in Norfolk was punch free.
Did you and Portland Bill eat prawn cocktail, scampi and black forest gateau?
Washed down with a schooner of sherry?
Now, was this a fist sort of punch, or the mixed drink punch? I myself enjoy drinking Hawaiian punch.
Sounds like a fun night off.
Lying under a blanket of stars sounds much more appealing than lying under your stinky duvet.
Inexplicable DeVice said...
Blimmin' 'ell! Wasn't Sunday autumnal?! It's a good job Saturday was so balmy. I'm just glad that the weather in Norfolk was punch free.
It was still hot here on Sunday , the Sun always shines on the rightious Mr I , no wonders it chilly for you heathen bunch in East Angular
KAZ said...
Did you and Portland Bill eat prawn cocktail, scampi and black forest gateau?
Washed down with a schooner of sherry?
I eschewed the fishy delights of Prawn Cocktail and Scampi Miss Kaz and had Pate and Gamon steak with tinned pineaple , peas and chips - it was loverly
eroswings said...
Now, was this a fist sort of punch, or the mixed drink punch? I myself enjoy drinking Hawaiian punch.
Sounds like a fun night off.
It was a fist kind of punch Mr E , however the night could have been bettered had I had a nice pitcher of Long Island Iced Tea at my elbow - it was different and I enjoyed chilling under the stars , we even saw the space station gleaming as it plowed accross the sky
MJ said...
Lying under a blanket of stars sounds much more appealing than lying under your stinky duvet.
Your in denial Miss MJ
***Wafts Duvet***
There is all sorts of astral debris violating our atomosphere..millions of intrusive little chunks of space junk dying to get in..literally.
What would you have done if Mr. C had suddenly been caught in a tractor beam and lifted up to the Mothership for a long night of anal probing by the "greys"?
You'd feel guilty..c'mon admit it?
souns like fun.. just paking my flask now for some anal probing! fingers crossed it will be a very long night! mrc christmas cracker comittee meber of dorcheser!! kiss the ring!!!
Donn w/2 Ns said...
There is all sorts of astral debris violating our atomosphere..millions of intrusive little chunks of space junk dying to get in..literally.
What would you have done if Mr. C had suddenly been caught in a tractor beam and lifted up to the Mothership for a long night of anal probing by the "greys"?
You'd feel guilty..c'mon admit it?
I admit I would be a tad cross if he didn't leave his car keys . And whats with these "greys" that they have nothing better to do on a Saturday Night than a bit of Intergalactic Dogging'
Anonymous said...
souns like fun.. just paking my flask now for some anal probing! fingers crossed it will be a very long night! mrc christmas cracker comittee meber of dorcheser!! kiss the ring!!!
For those of you who are un aware of the Pagan festival that is The Dorchester Christmas Cracker. Mr C has blagged his way onto the organising committee , which is a bit like being the AntiPope , I fear one will be visiting Santa in Frobishers Bukake Grotto featuring MJ's Christmas cake stall
there warming to the idea of s&m santa and his naked helpers!! i can feel a parking permit comeing on!
Anonymous said...
there warming to the idea of s&m santa and his naked helpers!! i can feel a parking permit comeing on!
A good old fashion Christmas then !
Your such a traditionalist Mr C.
Is a 'Parking Permit' a Euphemism for something ghastly ??
Is that prison still open or have all the inmates escaped again? Also, who was Portland Bill? I once camped there by the way... odd thing to do Mr B!
mutleythedog said...
Is that prison still open or have all the inmates escaped again? Also, who was Portland Bill? I once camped there by the way... odd thing to do Mr B!
Was that camping with a tent Mr M or your highly hilarious Mr Humphrey impression . Portland Bill is a grizzled old sea dog who haunts these parts , humming sea shanties and keel hauling hapless tourists . I think he is sponsored by the local council
it was a very camp night when we where there too! and not tent in sight only beast dometent (gutt)
Anonymous said...
it was a very camp night when we where there too! and not tent in sight only beast dometent (gutt)
Bugger off
***holds gut in****
***has nosebleed and has to let it out again***
Fanny farts.
I'm bored. And there's nobody to make mischief with. It's no fun on your own.
Sx
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