tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16927418.post8796791087272041100..comments2023-11-03T15:43:20.902+00:00Comments on Cape to Rio: Dr Maroonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639939963726199699noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16927418.post-28205083986323298672008-10-02T14:16:00.000+01:002008-10-02T14:16:00.000+01:00Check your bits daily for the first signs of sphag...Check your bits daily for the first signs of sphagnum moss infection. It first became a common complaint when the Romans were building Hadrian's wall. It was commonplace for young, horny soldiers, far from home, to come down with a dose of the sphagnums. It's what killed Henry VIII. Harry Moss-Balls they called him. <BR/><BR/>If you suspect a case, make immediately for your local garden centre. They have strong chemicals there. You won't lichen it, your rocks might feel they're being eroded by processes as old as time itself, but, well, you shouldn't have been such a filthy wall-fiddler then, should you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16927418.post-59864181890161153932008-10-02T12:19:00.000+01:002008-10-02T12:19:00.000+01:00Okaaaaay... she could at least have put you to som...Okaaaaay... she could at least have put you to some use, like turn you on your front and plough a field with you.Conan Drummhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12377667084973491628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16927418.post-89636375880794761182008-10-02T10:36:00.000+01:002008-10-02T10:36:00.000+01:00I can see I'm never going to get that lunch now, a...I can see I'm never going to get that lunch now, am I?Kim Ayreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02656677501116622953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16927418.post-78777399292967503232008-10-02T08:21:00.000+01:002008-10-02T08:21:00.000+01:00Mrs P, does Dr Maroon really look like Norman Wisd...Mrs P, does Dr Maroon really look like Norman Wisdom with a strap-on?<BR/>SxMs Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449626572478125088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16927418.post-41279449586967807712008-10-02T07:38:00.000+01:002008-10-02T07:38:00.000+01:00Amusant, Mr Gorilla Bananas. Tres. But Dr Maroon k...Amusant, Mr Gorilla Bananas. Tres. But Dr Maroon knows exactly what I am now. And I had a lovely time.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16927418.post-10834492158553683722008-10-02T07:29:00.000+01:002008-10-02T07:29:00.000+01:00Have you ever thought how you will feel, Dr, if Mr...Have you ever thought how you will feel, Dr, if Mrs Pouncer turns out to be a bloke?Gorilla Bananashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13044093013423635830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16927418.post-79741146179878619902008-10-02T01:20:00.000+01:002008-10-02T01:20:00.000+01:00He always loved the French Inkspot my old darling....He always loved the French Inkspot my old darling. It was an Auld Allience thing with him. He was terribble [sic] Scotch. Didn't save him. Nor the DTI when I thibnk about it. Bastards. helium is a noble gas,I'm almost sure of that.<BR/><BR/>Savannah, how so? He choked on a cherry or something in a champagne cocktail.Dr Maroonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00639939963726199699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16927418.post-29582065512576050662008-10-02T00:46:00.000+01:002008-10-02T00:46:00.000+01:00how droll, sugar!how <I>droll</I>, sugar!savannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04310843901371718758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16927418.post-54777608035876991612008-10-02T00:20:00.000+01:002008-10-02T00:20:00.000+01:00Sorry to learn of your bereavement. And what an ab...Sorry to learn of your bereavement. And what an absurd way to die. I mean, if he'd choked while giving a bj to a French sailor, one could understand.<BR/><BR/>If in consequence you've been feeling a bit short of financial advice, do pop over. There's a young chap called Musgrove with exciting ideas about helium extraction in Doncaster.xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16927418.post-34722771427954674732008-10-01T23:30:00.000+01:002008-10-01T23:30:00.000+01:00Scarlet my darling, page 94, talking of which your...Scarlet my darling, page 94, talking of which your glass is empty. Here, let me fill you up, Moscow Mule with Cointreau; unless I am much mistaken? <BR/>Unlike most, I never kiss and tell. (too pissed)<BR/>Ax<BR/><BR/><BR/>Inky me old mate! It's my older brother, York. He never made it. He turned out a wrong 'un, God rest him. Stockbroker. Choked one night on a bottle of Cristal. Just before black Monday it was.Dr Maroonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00639939963726199699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16927418.post-4547072143460934112008-10-01T23:01:00.000+01:002008-10-01T23:01:00.000+01:00That pic of you is arresting, doc; it was worth ge...That pic of you is arresting, doc; it was worth getting you to remove the pillowcase. But who's the other one, the bloke with the pipe?xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16927418.post-21606308364795896662008-10-01T22:56:00.000+01:002008-10-01T22:56:00.000+01:00Dr Maroon!!! How could you?!!! A kiss 'n Tell? . ....Dr Maroon!!! How could you?!!! A kiss 'n Tell? . . . Where is page 94?<BR/>SxMs Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449626572478125088noreply@blogger.com