Keith has decided that if he lives out his generally accepted allotted timespan of three score years and ten, or to stretch it a bit, three score years and fifteen, assuming that he eats three scones a day (which he shouldn't be doing anyway as he's supposed to be on a diet!), he is only going to be able to enjoy about 15000 more. (Actually it would be more like 16500, but who's quibbling?)
Hmmm, I think the January blues are getting to him!
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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Do you think it's appropriate to do the 'Fastest Cake In The World' joke Jenny, or do you think I need a new joke book ?????
***For the one person in the world who HASN'T heard that joke (you never know, they may read this blog) - the fastest cake in the world is a scone ('sgone ! - geddit ?). Oops, just realised - the posh people pronounce it SCOAN don't they so my joke will be lost on them !***
Pah - foiled again :(
Nice try, Craig. Are you trying to tell me you aren't posh then?
Nah, I ain't posh......but my butler is ! ;)
Scones...strawberry jam...Devonshire clotted cream....slurrrrrrp!
I think Keith needs a full body massage with sweet smelling oils and you are the one to deliver it! After a warm bath, Keith should lie naked on your bed as your hands begin their soothing work. There are particular areas you should concentrate on. I don't think Keith will object. Some mood music will help - perhaps Serge Gainsborough and Jane Birkin.
And will that make him stick to his diet, YP? ;)
My God madam, if a chap was getting such treatment regularly he'd eat hay!
I think that the New Year blues are getting to most of us!
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As a not posh person and Northern lad, I say 'scoan', not scone which in this neck of the timber is the upmarket version.
As for Keith though, surely his added life years depends on whether they are taken with lashings of Lurpak, Olivio or fresh air.
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