Hey Lost_in_thought

Jen J

Hmmm. I think the marmite conversations were better...

biondino

I would happily combine hott romance action and Bovril.

iain_j

This thread rocks

Picked up on it again this morning in work on my mobile (they won't let us on the internet on works computers), then the battery died after 2 hours - only charged it last night!

I think there's an oscar in there somewhere for you Don (awaiting the comedy tho!)

And, nice profile, LiT 8)

Jen J

biondino wrote:

I would happily combine hott romance action and Bovril.

Interesting....

don_don

Jen J wrote:

Hmmm. I think the marmite conversations were better...

You have no taste Jen. Except, perhaps for yeast derivatives

don_don

Jen J wrote:

biondino wrote:

I would happily combine hott romance action and Bovril.

Interesting....

Hmmm, there might be some mileage in that. LiT likes Bovril doesn't she?

biondino

I think it's just me and Jen who like Bovril, isn't it? Um, I don't mean in that sense, together like :oops:

don_don

I prefer vegemite to marmite, I find it less salty.

Spot on biondino, its a positive on vegemite.

You, Jen and a jar of Bovril. That's got to go in the next chapter of the screenplay

Jen J

don_don wrote:

You, Jen and a jar of Bovril. That's got to go in the next chapter of the screenplay

Hmmm. I'm not sure I'm quite suited to your screenplay. It's a bit wordy for me.

I'm quite blunt and to the point.

Basically, it's crap

chuckcork

A suggestion for my fellow Aussie LiT. She can *ahem* hire her affections out to local London cycle clubs by becoming a guest member for a fixed fee (free club kit, cash vouchers to spend on makeup, hairdos etc), in which by return she promises to show up for club meets maybe once every six months.

Pro's:

Clubs get an amazing increase in membership;
Members of clubs get the chance of meeting LiT, which is only guaranteed if they show up to every single club run, including the one in sleet at 2am Xmas morning (possibly guaranteed a smack from their wives but that is another story);
Lit is substaintially richer and no longer has to worry about a new bike every so often (i.e. every 2 weeks) or helmet hair (not saying anything nasty at all, really, just know it is an issue with the ladies);
LiT becomes a celebrity and launches her own TV show and proceeds to international fame and stardom.

Cons:

LiT gets to meet lots of creepy gents for whom the ladies in lycra thread is simply not enough though on the plus side they are more likely to be fitter than the speed dating crowd if more sweaty...

symo

chuckcork wrote:

A suggestion for my fellow Aussie LiT. She can *ahem* hire her affections out to local London cycle clubs by becoming a guest member for a fixed fee (free club kit, cash vouchers to spend on makeup, hairdos etc), in which by return she promises to show up for club meets maybe once every six months.

Pro's:

Clubs get an amazing increase in membership;
Members of clubs get the chance of meeting LiT, which is only guaranteed if they show up to every single club run, including the one in sleet at 2am Xmas morning (possibly guaranteed a smack from their wives but that is another story);
Lit is substaintially richer and no longer has to worry about a new bike every so often (i.e. every 2 weeks) or helmet hair (not saying anything nasty at all, really, just know it is an issue with the ladies);
LiT becomes a celebrity and launches her own TV show and proceeds to international fame and stardom.

Cons:

LiT gets to meet lots of creepy gents for whom the ladies in lycra thread is simply not enough though on the plus side they are more likely to be fitter than the speed dating crowd if more sweaty...

Oh so the cons are like on this particular post. Go for it LiT what have you got to lose (apart from your life :roll: )

linsen

biondino wrote:

I think it's just me and Jen who like Bovril, isn't it? Um, I don't mean in that sense, together like :oops:

Count me in for that "meal on a piece of toast" feeling. Not the "together" thing though - 2 girls and a boy not really my scene

biondino

*whimper*

don_don

Jen J wrote:

don_don wrote:

You, Jen and a jar of Bovril. That's got to go in the next chapter of the screenplay

Hmmm. I'm not sure I'm quite suited to your screenplay. It's a bit wordy for me.

I'm quite blunt and to the point.

Basically, it's crap

No problem Jen, I should have asked for permission first. I'm writing Holly Willoughby into your place instead

don_don

Jen J wrote:

don_don wrote:

You, Jen and a jar of Bovril. That's got to go in the next chapter of the screenplay

Hmmm. I'm not sure I'm quite suited to your screenplay. It's a bit wordy for me.

I'm quite blunt and to the point.

Basically, it's crap

No problem Jen, I should have asked for permission first. I'm writing Holly Willoughby into your place instead

biondino

*whimper*

linsen

biondino wrote:

*whimper*

:?:

Jen J

linsen wrote:

biondino wrote:

*whimper*

:?:

The thought of a meal on toast can be too much for some boys...

linsen

Ah yes, the bovril on toast. Such a tempting thought. How do they control themselves when such a thing might have been on offer....

don_don

linsen wrote:

biondino wrote:

I think it's just me and Jen who like Bovril, isn't it? Um, I don't mean in that sense, together like :oops:

Count me in for that "meal on a piece of toast" feeling. Not the "together" thing though - 2 girls and a boy not really my scene

For some reason, I can't get the idea of a sandwich out of my head now

Crapaud

don_don wrote:

Now look folks, I can understand how threads go off topic once in a while, that's just par for the course. However, all this talk of yeast derived comestibles is really affecting my concentration :x

I'm trying to win the love of my life here, stay with me please :roll:

...

Body chocolate's the only way to save this thread, and don_don's chances, I fear.

Spread the lurrrrve (so to speak).

always_tyred

linsen wrote:

Ah yes, the bovril on toast. Such a tempting thought. How do they control themselves when such a thing might have been on offer....

You've given your bikes names.

I'm sure I knew you in a previous life. What is your car called?

don_don

Part 2 for you LiT:

Castor put down his glass and absent-mindedly prodded the food on his plate. He wasn’t hungry anymore, and the unbearable heat of the room was sending rivulets of sweat down the contours of his muscular back. “Damn this oven of a room” he thought, trying to think of an excuse to leave. Castor was far happier in the icy wastes of the Antarctic, having been stationed there for the last year and a half. He had the look of a man hewn from ice – calved, if you will - from the glaciers of life. He was solid, chiselled and hard, with eyes as dark as the pit of a mighty crevasse.

Castor had decided, finally, to leave and escape into the hot night air. At that moment, his gaze was almost subconsciously drawn to a woman on the other side of the room. It was as if an angel had pulled on an invisible cord connecting the two strangers. Castor’s gaze met hers and his cold heart melted. It was if an explosion of ice crystals, sharp and stinging only for a moment before melting to soothing water, had occurred in his soul. At once, the heat was gone. His blood surged through his powerful muscles and he knew that tonight, she was his and his alone.

To be continued...

I thought I had better complete the romantic introduction before the bitter-sweet comedy kicks in

Body chocolate's the only way to save this thread, and don_don's chances, I fear.

Thanks Crapaud, bear with me, I'm writing as fast as I can...

laughingboy

Crapaud wrote:

Body chocolate's the only way to save this thread, and don_don's chances, I fear.

Spread the lurrrrve (so to speak).

Chapeaux, Crapaud!

I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. :oops: All the rhyming in this thread seems to have got to me.

Crapaud

laughingboy wrote:

Chapeaux, Crapaud!

I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. :oops: All the rhyming in this thread seems to have got to me.

I'm more concerned about the yeast (based) infection the thread seems to have picked up. :shock:

This could be a job for the yoghurt knitters!

il_principe

Right, it's 23:51 and I'm champagne drunk (whaaaat, it was free!) Even pissed this thread makes no sense anymore, as far as can tell it's been reduced to some sort of yeast based sex pest thread.

Of course LiT s being very sensible and staying well clear. Chapeau Lit, this lot are just a little bit odd.

*sips wine, sighs.

Ah what a great thread. Living vicariously here.

hamstrich

Before the original matter is forgotten completely, here's my own little contribution (the craziness that unempoloyment brings...)

Lost_in_thought, I'm afraid that I had to give your bike a name for the sake of the rhyming scheme - you are by no means obliged to adopt it

And Don_Don, just to clarify, I'm not trying to imply that you routinely wear women's clothing!


The Ballad of Don Don and LiT

Old Don Don was hoping to court
A young lass by name Lost In Thought,
Being desperate to win her,
He asked her for dinner,
So some grub he then went out and bought.

When Don Don rode back from the shops,
With some verily tasty pork chops,
His bag didn't have space,
So with a shoelace
He suspended the meat from the drops.

And here something crazy occurred,
An event that was rather absurd,
Since riding ahead
On her fixie named Ted,
Was Don Don's coveted bird!

This caused poor old Don Don distress,
Since he wasn't quite looking his best,
So he'd pass her with speed,
Before she could see
That in fact he was wearing a dress!

But as Don Don picked up the pace,
He forgot about the pork on the lace,
It swung left and right,
And at the top of its flight,
The meat smacked LiT clean in the face!

At this she was rather surprised,
And veered over to the side,
With one hefty clout,
She took Don Don out,
And landed between his thighs.

This unfortunate twist of fate
Gave rise to an unusual first date,
But I wouldn't advise
For all single guys
To try using pork chops as bait!

lost_in_thought

jashburnham wrote:

Right, it's 23:51 and I'm champagne drunk (whaaaat, it was free!) Even pissed this thread makes no sense anymore, as far as can tell it's been reduced to some sort of yeast based sex pest thread.

Of course LiT s being very sensible and staying well clear. Chapeau Lit, this lot are just a little bit odd.

*sips wine, sighs.

Ah what a great thread. Living vicariously here.

'yeast based sex pest'

I need to find a way to integrate this phrase into my life... more regularly.

Even at 7am in an airport, that made me laugh.

Oh and Hamstrich, that is a work o'sheer genius! How are you unemployed with such limerick-writing skill?

However, don_don, the rom-com thing was not a subtle hint... :shock:

linsen

Always Tyred wrote:

linsen wrote:

Ah yes, the bovril on toast. Such a tempting thought. How do they control themselves when such a thing might have been on offer....

You've given your bikes names.

I'm sure I knew you in a previous life. What is your car called?

My first car was in fact called Percy. No car I have owned since deserved a name

There is no excuse for naming my bikes, so I shan't offer one. Suffice it to say I shall one day introduce you to Gladys too.

I'm sure I'm not the only one whose bikes have names - you're just all to scared to admit it. Though don_don's pretty brave in most respects...

Be funny if we did know each other though

daniel_b

Crapaud wrote:

I'm more concerned about the yeast (based) infection the thread seems to have picked up. :shock:
!

Thanks Crapaud, I just spat some breakfast over my laptop! :?

Dondon, i thikn your scripts are rom com, I can read the rom, and I feel the com is unintentional, but it's there all the same

Dan