Hello Misolites, 25-12-2008
Today is Christmas Day on sunny (not) Mi-Sol, everyone is in great spirits and ready for a fun day. We spent last night at the jolly?? Mi-Sol Bar all the usual suspects were there plus a few celebs: on our table we had 118 or gay Tony as he likes to be known (he has had a new perm by the way) his family were with him, Queenie (married to George—think about it) The pipers son (the one that ran off with a pig) Chairperson of the Wheeltappers and Shunters Club, the young one aptly named the Drama Queen or sh’up for short. To continue with the guests? ( I use the term loosely) At our table…there was Mr. Scrooge (Ebby) for short, with his delightful father, Jolly Green Giant or Gorgeous Gus..his (Mr. Scrooge’s) other half Dodgie Dora was knocking back the vino…(but only to keep the bar in profit you understand) as she danced with the Drama Queen and a new one to the list Second hand rose or the Classic Cackler….
We had a little bit of excitement when the smell of Christmas Day Dinner came wafting from the kitchen. Of course, you always get those that can’t help going over the top “FIRE, FIRE” being the call raised from our table. Luckily everyone had had just enough booze to totally ignore us, so no-- the bar wasn’t suddenly vacated (or burnt down). Bomberdores didn’t come screaming to a halt outside, in fact boozing went on as normal Our resident barperson came strolling down (to the sound of loud cheers) to sort the matter out. What was it? I hear you say….no idea is my answer. Life goes on that’s all I know.
There were several other tables of guests in the bar (you guessed that, didn’t you) but although there behaviour wasn’t all it could be… I couldn’t possible comment.
One of our merry crew is off to Hawaii…wow!!! DO NOT bring back anything that would remotely make the rest of us jealous, was my advice to her. Anything you can do without getting caught is fine..go for it and enjoy yourself. Lucky lady.
After several more Lamumba’s, Baileys and Brandys we left the bar and wound our merry way home. All this was accomplished without the aid of a safety net or indeed of a broomstick. Father Christmas eat your heart out.
Two ex-Misolites have been in touch to wish the rest of us "A Very Merry Christmas," as I am not to mention names on here, I am afraid you will have to guess who there are.
One lives in Scotland to the best of my knowledge running a Bed & Breakfast, and the other, well it’s difficult to know what to say, for those who knew them before they left, the name of a car tyre applies to the gentleman and what goes with red hair and pale skin applies to the lady in question….Sooorrry must leave you to puzzle over that one.
Well off to La Marina to see what prevails…..don’t really want to leave this up in the air, but can’t think how to end it…soooooo I’m with a HO HO HO and a tinkle of bells, and noooo I have not changed from being a witch (bitch)(rich) to Father Chrismas.
And, just to cheer you all us the SUN has decided to come out.....adios Misolites, enjoy your day.
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