Author Topic: Ructions in Bell-End... (Read 3058 times)

Harry Faversham · « **on:** November 14, 2019, 11:19:20 PM »

The sleepy little Dorset village of Bell-End, where nothing much happens from one century to the next…

Mad Lord Snapcase · « **Reply #1 on:** November 15, 2019, 07:06:55 AM »

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where nothing much happens

or does it?

This is looking intriguing, Harry.

I found a picture of the Bell-End village pub for you (I used to drink in there years ago, but closed now I believe).

Harry Faversham · « **Reply #2 on:** November 15, 2019, 07:28:48 AM »

Doug ex-em4 · « **Reply #3 on:** November 15, 2019, 03:38:57 PM »

This topic was a certainty for a Snapcase intervention - which he has done with style and panache😀.

I look forward to finding out what is about to kick-off in this erstwhile sleepy backwater. In the meantime, I’m off to consult Mad Lord Snapcase's Classic work "Double Entendres for Every Occasion".

Doug

Blackwolf · « **Reply #4 on:** November 15, 2019, 08:22:29 PM »

And why is it in Future Wars? Intriguing

has.been · « **Reply #5 on:** November 15, 2019, 08:35:42 PM »

Harry will tell you next week.

hubbabubba · « **Reply #6 on:** November 15, 2019, 08:59:14 PM »

I used to frequent a pub whose landlord had the misfortune to be called Roger Maering.
No shit. Straight up. Err I'd better stop.

3 fingers · « **Reply #7 on:** November 15, 2019, 09:06:26 PM »

Is bell end near shitterton

Doug ex-em4 · « **Reply #8 on:** November 15, 2019, 09:56:47 PM »

Quote from: 3 fingers on November 15, 2019, 09:06:26 PM

Is bell end near shitterton

Quote from: hubbabubba on November 15, 2019, 08:59:14 PM

I used to frequent a pub whose landlord had the misfortune to be called Roger Maering.
No shit. Straight up. Err I'd better stop.

Oh dear.......

Doug

Harry Faversham · « **Reply #9 on:** November 16, 2019, 01:40:51 AM »

Bert Bricklebonk staggered from Belle-End's hostelry...

It had been a good afternoon's gargling and his head was singing. Another of them daft reporters had been down from London, searching for the leg-end of the Fallschirmjagers. In between whisky chasers Bert had waxed lyrical as he drank the hack's ale and told him the story, he then sent the lad on his way to look at the Old Watermill, and search the churchyard for an old overgrown gravestone. Bert wended his unsteady way up the lane till someone shouted...

"TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER!!!"

Looking down and squinting Bert saw three little green men in the lane.

"You young 'uns off to a fancy dress party then, those costumes look a bit naff though."

The Great Emperor Zooney the Lazoon, a pretty niggley little fellow at the best of times levitated in fury. The globe clasped in his gauntlets glowed bright and Bert was bathed in pale blue light... then he turned into a frog.
The Great Emperor Zooney the Lazoon floated back to earth with an evil smirk...

"Now hop it Granddad!"

Harry Faversham · « **Reply #10 on:** November 24, 2019, 01:17:57 PM »

Abbot Fiddler witnessed this terrible scene over the gate of his churchyard, he wailed plaintively…

“Only the Lord can save us now!”

But the Lord had rode right out of town, and death had rode in…

Riding a black Dalek!!!

Mad Lord Snapcase · « **Reply #11 on:** November 24, 2019, 04:22:57 PM »

Great stuff! I love the little green men.

(and if you want any more pub names, we used to do a three-pub crawl from Lytchett Minster down to Wareham. 'St. Peter's Finger, Halfway Inn, The Silent Woman'. I will now get my coat).

3 fingers · « **Reply #12 on:** November 24, 2019, 07:04:39 PM »

Harry Faversham · « **Reply #13 on:** November 25, 2019, 09:47:49 AM »

We used to go in a boozer called 'The Ship Inn' in Wool. One of the locals told us that back in the day it was the haunt of smugglers from Lulworth Cove.

JollyBob · « **Reply #14 on:** November 25, 2019, 09:55:52 AM »

Nice game, Harry.

If you don't mind, I am now going to call my memoirs "Death Rides a Black Dalek".

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Author Topic: Ructions in Bell-End... (Read 3058 times)