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BROADLY SMILING JOHNNY: Oh, you little ... *O* But me want to be Friar Tuck ...
*tries to pout and act spoiled but soon breaks out in a big beautiful smile and giggles instead*
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I bet you do *O*
Then I suggest you stagger home that way *points with wing at picture
* which has easier access to wall to lean upon *O*
Tshee-hee-hee *O*
But - the rum's gone, Jack ...
Or rather wasn't invented yet *o*
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"FRIAR TUCK" BEING A BRAVE MONK AND PREFERING BROADSTREET WHERE THE BAKER IS: No - but
MEAD was and you love that, my little Viking-parrot *o* So we can have a tipsy little birdie sitting on the Mayor's
gardenwall and bawling "There's a loooooong way to Tipsyrary !!!"
I did so not - next pic *o*
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It was Brian Blessed and Sean Connery singing that in my IMAGINATION - sounding marveless by the way *o* And I was sitting on our gardenwall - which is
much lower than the Mayor's -o* - and conducting them *O*
I didn't sing one word !!! On my honour as a silly chicken -o*
*looks so angelic and more over cute she gets a big hug and kiss from her teasing boy *
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SAME SMILING BOY: Yes, it was those two lovely gents *o* So - how about we go
home and see if Busstopher Jones and uncle Draco comes by today too *O*
Cluck, baby *o*
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