by red37 » Fri Dec 29, 2006 5:57 pm
Anyway enough of all this silliness: on with my report.
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A loud and resounding 'Bang' punctuated the intoxicated reverie as the vessel containing the last dregs of ale was stoutly thumped back down onto the well worn surface of the bar-top at the 'Old Hag's Gusset' surely if ever there was a watering hole of the lowest possible stature throughout the length and breadth of the land worse than this one...it would indeed feel free to call its self a denigrated cesspit of insobriety beyond all comprehension...
"Fill 'er up ya lazy clapper-clawed haggard" blurted an incoherent, slurred voice "and make it sharp, i haven't got all day you Knotty-faced flax-wench!"
The ill mannered owner of such a foghorn of a mouthpiece was none other than the scutter-like abhorrence known about these parts as Nan Butthrumple - formidable armwrestler and former ladyfriend of the misfortunate Clara Ump, the deplorably afflicted ex-housekeeper of prior longstanding service up at Cheekflap Hall.
"What price good manners you clouted weatherwracked varlot!" sidled Peg Drizzlegash as she glowered behind the serving counter "Madam of the gutter..thine Ale would surely turn sour if it weren't for the tenacity with which it finds itself consumed" she added sourly... "That'll be 2 florins if you please"
"Aargh though not for the want of trying to poison half the parish with this dishwattery concoction" blared the addled Butthrumple...And it was at that precise moment she proceeded to exhale a shriek of Biblical proportions from betwixt her ample under-passage; without a shadow of a doubt an exclamation of frightening vehemence not heard since the Thunderous implosion of Krakatoa not five years previous - A truly trumpestuous exhaust!
The building was cleared in a trice...right down to the spittle ridden sawdust that lay in order to prevent such natural occurrences from ruining the flags of this iniquitous abode. The organic fallout from that colossal eruption far exceeded expectations and for weeks after, the town was covered in a fine ash of dubious odour...Nan Butthrumple wreaked havoc that afternoon and many a god fearing citizen of Chesterfield and its nether parts have found great difficulty erasing the gargantuan effects felt through pollution and the respiratory difficulties that followed...A historical moment of great significance im certain you would agree.
more later.
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