Posts tagged ‘Pussy’

January 24, 2012

Offally scarce

by 3arn0wl

Neeps: nay prablem
Tatties: two a penny
Single malt: by the weee drrram.
Tartan: pressed

The Fiddlers & Dodgers had been booked for weeks, and he’d bin practisin’ Amazing Grace on his bagpipes for days.

Even the toasts were written and practised.

But the whole thing was about to come unstuck, because he couldn’t find the guest of honour.

And it was in less than 24 hours!!!

Orrrhhh norrrhhh!!!!!

What on Earth was he going tae dae? …………..

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October 25, 2011

…and with all my worldly goods I thee endow.

by 3arn0wl

Unbeknownst to Poppy(!) Andy Bannister had popped into Poppleton on the 2B yesterday.

He’d decided to go and get the ring. Course he knew which one she wanted. He knew the size. And it happened to be on special offer.

They’d heard the t’wit of an 0wl on the way down to the Pig – and he’d considered that a good omen.

Tim Panini had littered tea lights around the place. They’d ‘bagsied’ a chesterfield, and with a large glass of Lord Rupert’s Blanc Plonk, Andy Bannister thought that the atmosphere was chilled enough to reply honestly to the question: “What were you up to in Poppleton yesterday then?”

Well that was a mistake:/

Even the cat retreated from her basket on the bar!

October 10, 2011

Knit one, drop one

by 3arn0wl

You can tell it’s been National knitting week

Moh Ahmeddoh has been seen around Poppleton Park in a cable-stitch jersey that’s at least three sizes too big for him.  Still, since the weather’s been so much colder recently, he might come to appreciate it.

The kids at Little Sniffy CofE Primary School have all finished their ‘Fibonacci’ squares for the patchwork muralMrs. M.P. Robinson is unsure whether to reward the skills of several ‘graffiti’ knitters however, who managed to tag their work with messages such as “I woz ‘ere”.

In the pub last night Pussy was having great fun unravelling the moss-stitch scarf that Emily Appleby had spent the week knitting Alistair.

But Justin Case is NEVER going to wear that fair isle mankini his Grandma’s knitted him. Whatever was she thinking?

August 4, 2011

What the Hex goin’ on?

by 3arn0wl

Every once in a whileTim Panini stops mashing long enough to daub some Suffolk Pink on the daub of the Flying Pig.

As a prelude he’s been out in his overcoat, splashing on the undercoat – and all the time, the rain doing its utmost to wash away the whitewash.

He’s not alone out there in the inclement weather though:  Hugh Wood’s on the roof, stripping off the old,  and laying a new layer of thatch.  And as usual, he’s fashioned a Finial:

  • Not the three little pigs he did last time,
  • nor the firkins of the time before.
  • Hugh’s put his skills to work fashioning the Pig’s Pussy. :/