Blackwithers is situated on the Lancashire/Yorkshire border on top off Thurrup Moor. We specialise in tittle-tattle, fibs and hazy recollections locally sourced from the public bar.
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
Asian Hottie
In a dress rehearsal for the Royal wedding celebrations, Cook was preparing his signiature dish of mutton stew when his dickie bow fell off into the bubbling miasma. Cook, upon retrieving the aforementioned neckwear, forgot that the previous evening, prior to a game of rugby against the Duckington Weasles, had lubricated his testicles with a liberal doseage of Fiery Jack. The residue of this potent unction, hidden beneath Cook's fingernails and palm of his right hand added a previously unknown "twist" or "kick" to the stew.
As a result our main course on Friday will now be Bow Tie Curry.
(This has been a pathetic attempt to "boost traffic" and "optimize search engine awareness" by using the words "Asian Hottie". There, done it again.
As a result our main course on Friday will now be Bow Tie Curry.
(This has been a pathetic attempt to "boost traffic" and "optimize search engine awareness" by using the words "Asian Hottie". There, done it again.
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
Royal Honeymoon?
This week I received an interesting phone call from a youing southern chappy named William. He imparted that he was getting hitched on Friday and did we have any accomodation available for the weekend? Upon checking the register I found that we did indeed have some vacant suites. I asked William if he'd like the Bridle. "No, I'll hold her by the hair 'til she gets used to it", he replied. Aye! Aye!
Royal Wedding Inflatable
Plans for a bouncy castle for our Royal Wedding celebrations have been scuppered due to the cost of the insurance premiums. The alternative of asking every rugrat to crayon ina claims waiver before removing their shoes would have been to impractical. Look at all the palaver we had wi Archie's trampoline!
Never fear, Captain. Whilst taking the scenic route through Bradford, I chanced upon an independent sex shop that wasd closing down and I managed to purchase an inflatable at a bargain price as it was slightly shop soiled. (Unfortunately the savings were cancelled out due to me having to pay double on the bus back home).
With the addition of a long, dark wig and the netting from the defunct pingpong table in the games room, I managed to create a passable likeness of Kate Middleclass.
Last weekend I positioned "Our Kate" in the vegetable patch where she managed to detract several airborn predators from Cook's rocket.
Unfortunately, due to a brisk northwesterly, she took off over the moors in the general direction of Halifax persued by Strange Bob in a scene reminiscent of the classic 1942 version of Wuthering Heights.
To stop a repetition of this incident, "Our Kate" is now tethered in the outside gents toilet. I have also nailed an honesty box to the wall.
On Friday the snug will be turned into Westminster Abbey. The congregation will consist of our regulars...bitter on the left, mild on the right. "Our Kate" will be taken up the aisle by Strange Bob (he's already checked that the ring fits) where she will marry our own Prince Charming, Archie Sunblest. I will be playing the Archbishop of Canterbury. Tickets £3 including pie and peas supper.
Due to a bit of a diplomatic kerfuffle, the Crown Prince of Bahrain will not be appearing as advertised on the poster.
Never fear, Captain. Whilst taking the scenic route through Bradford, I chanced upon an independent sex shop that wasd closing down and I managed to purchase an inflatable at a bargain price as it was slightly shop soiled. (Unfortunately the savings were cancelled out due to me having to pay double on the bus back home).
With the addition of a long, dark wig and the netting from the defunct pingpong table in the games room, I managed to create a passable likeness of Kate Middleclass.
Last weekend I positioned "Our Kate" in the vegetable patch where she managed to detract several airborn predators from Cook's rocket.
Unfortunately, due to a brisk northwesterly, she took off over the moors in the general direction of Halifax persued by Strange Bob in a scene reminiscent of the classic 1942 version of Wuthering Heights.
To stop a repetition of this incident, "Our Kate" is now tethered in the outside gents toilet. I have also nailed an honesty box to the wall.
On Friday the snug will be turned into Westminster Abbey. The congregation will consist of our regulars...bitter on the left, mild on the right. "Our Kate" will be taken up the aisle by Strange Bob (he's already checked that the ring fits) where she will marry our own Prince Charming, Archie Sunblest. I will be playing the Archbishop of Canterbury. Tickets £3 including pie and peas supper.
Due to a bit of a diplomatic kerfuffle, the Crown Prince of Bahrain will not be appearing as advertised on the poster.
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Vegetarian menu
In an attempt to drag Blackwithers into the 20th Century and to cater for some of our weirder customers, I've told Cook to experiment with a vegetarian menu.
Cook's problem is that there isn't much roadkill suitable for our carrot munching friends. To date he's only collected two truffles and a mangled wurzel.
Cook's problem is that there isn't much roadkill suitable for our carrot munching friends. To date he's only collected two truffles and a mangled wurzel.
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