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May 3, 2012

Making their mark

by 3arn0wl

The Beau Street Runners were out early this morning – there was talk of it being a tight race, but Noah Wan’s generously winning by a country mile;

There’s canvassing and kisses planned as ᗡႱ & JD are intent on their first weekend away together;

Millie Boinet’s in the middle of her Art Practical – predictions are that she’ll do really well; and

Prue Vidor’s in party mode – she wants to let her hair down, and she knows just The Place to do it.

And Ellie Wan asked “How’s Roger Moore done in the local erections?”

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December 26, 2011

What a # they made of things

by 3arn0wl

The Boxing Day hunt ain’t what it used to be:

  • There are no toffs in their red blazers, sat astride their mounts outside Snodding Hall, imbibing Lord Snodding’s “Extra special”.
  • No Beagles barking excitedly at the prospect of the chase.
  • No fox, running for its life.

But, in this somewhat devalued scene, there’s still the chase!

The fittest, the fastest of the Beau Street Runners set off ahead of the pack, streaming punched-circles of a paper trail. The hounds, doggedly following his tracks, hoping to close in, if not for the kill, for a glass of something well-earned @ the Flying Pig! 🙂

February 22, 2012

Glory Be

by 3arn0wl

In some sort of desperate pilgrimage, the Beau Street fox ran through a choir rehearsal at St. Nick’s this morning, sprinkling his ash-tag as he went.

In a top-C-turvy kinda way, Hezekiah Pratt was looking forward to hearing the most sublime Misery ever written in the Minster this evening.

And in a perpetual state of excitement,  Curate,  Christine Tenning is on the lookout for Fr. James Dean of St. Nick’s coming on his moped to Evening Prayer.

But Mister Bannister,  in the absence of anything better to do,  is fossicking around with the remote,  looking for a half-decent game of footie to watch.

October 30, 2011

Fall back

by 3arn0wl

Tom Bell had gone up the tower at St. Nick’s ready to ring for Eucharist, and wondered why there was no one else there.

The ‘fox’ got an hour’s grace at the hash on the Snodding Estatethey’ll never catch him.

Gaia Daley luxuriated in the extravagance of an extra hour in her king-sized bed – she still kneaded to be up at the crack of dawn though.

But putting the clocks back an hour made not the slightest bit of difference to Justin Case.  He never gets up before lunchtime on a Sunday anyway!