Joyce, DAUGHTERS, there is an Amazon Legion of them, they do not do things by half, one had an operation for Gallstones yesterday (private own room the lot) just phoned to say she will be out for lunchtime, was that a hint I wonder? I always thought "The monstrous regiment of women" was that lot over the border wearing skirts and playing strange twisted tunes on a bladder, could be wrong.
Joyce as like me you are a hysterical Historian you will know John Knox was railing against women rulers, Queens etc. He traveled Europe and married although did you know he spent much time in Newcastle, probably meeting some of our local ladies turned him into a misogynist. Had he met we're Cushie he would have met his match. "She's a big lass an a bonny lass, An she likes her beer, An they call her Cushy Butterfield, An aw wish she were here". See we are trained to deal with strong women who diven knares thee place. Verdun and I have taken the course at Uni, keep em well kissed and poorly shod.
Tetley, some women just cannot resist that air of power we strong men exude, it is like the best after shave you could ever buy if you needed after shave that is. I shrug it off as a normal reaction, my Daughters have noted the effect I have on the Ladies and I have no secrets from them. They saw the Lady Consultant come in the ward straight over and hug me, they saw the nurses all giving me a cuddle as the girls came to take me home. If you have it flaunt it. I had of course to mute it before I lost Joan, she had the keys to the garden shed with all the poisons we gardeners used and she prepared my food, two and two make four in those circumstances so tone it down. Still if it something you cannot help then go with it, saying that I know where they live???
Tetley, My old Dad gave me a talking too as a callow youth that has stood me in good stead all my days. "Listen Son" as we sat on the garden seat under the Victoria Plum Fan tree on a sunny wall. I thought here we go the true course of events to all those tall tales that were told behind the bike shed at school. "Pin back your ears, there are no floozies, bits of stuff, birds, flappers or ladies of the night, each and every one are LADIES and nothing less. Honour them, treat them with the utmost respect and never ever tell secrets to others, what passes between you and a Lady is your business and hers no one else" "follow that dictum and you will never go wrong". "Err" yes Dad still waiting for the rest but that was it. It became my mantra, the code of honour and it worked, always listen to your old Dad. So ladies when you form the queue be in disguise, a long black cloak pointy hat and a bowl full of frogs would do nicely I will see the lady under the muck. "Oh" and the sun warmed Victoria plums we ate were wonderful.
Tetley with the Trump it would be the old style me, rifle butt round the head and fourteen inch bayonet polished on Trumps rump, the only way to treat a fanatic. Mrs Clinton would get the charm attack, it never failed yet, Mr I would take to the Vet he needs seeing to.
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"The monstrous regiment of women". . . . . you have a good one there Frank, in your daughter
Joyce, DAUGHTERS, there is an Amazon Legion of them, they do not do things by half, one had an operation for Gallstones yesterday (private own room the lot) just phoned to say she will be out for lunchtime, was that a hint I wonder? I always thought "The monstrous regiment of women" was that lot over the border wearing skirts and playing strange twisted tunes on a bladder, could be wrong.
Frank.
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Frank - -"The First Blast of the Trumpet Against The Monstrous Regiment Of Women" John Knox 1558
Just as well he isn't around today!!!
Joyce as like me you are a hysterical Historian you will know John Knox was railing against women rulers, Queens etc. He traveled Europe and married although did you know he spent much time in Newcastle, probably meeting some of our local ladies turned him into a misogynist. Had he met we're Cushie he would have met his match. "She's a big lass an a bonny lass, An she likes her beer, An they call her Cushy Butterfield, An aw wish she were here". See we are trained to deal with strong women who diven knares thee place. Verdun and I have taken the course at Uni, keep em well kissed and poorly shod.
Frank.
"keep em well kissed and poorly shod"
That's me Frank
Tetley, some women just cannot resist that air of power we strong men exude, it is like the best after shave you could ever buy if you needed after shave that is. I shrug it off as a normal reaction, my Daughters have noted the effect I have on the Ladies and I have no secrets from them. They saw the Lady Consultant come in the ward straight over and hug me, they saw the nurses all giving me a cuddle as the girls came to take me home. If you have it flaunt it. I had of course to mute it before I lost Joan, she had the keys to the garden shed with all the poisons we gardeners used and she prepared my food, two and two make four in those circumstances so tone it down. Still if it something you cannot help then go with it, saying that I know where they live???
Frank.
Tetley, My old Dad gave me a talking too as a callow youth that has stood me in good stead all my days. "Listen Son" as we sat on the garden seat under the Victoria Plum Fan tree on a sunny wall. I thought here we go the true course of events to all those tall tales that were told behind the bike shed at school. "Pin back your ears, there are no floozies, bits of stuff, birds, flappers or ladies of the night, each and every one are LADIES and nothing less. Honour them, treat them with the utmost respect and never ever tell secrets to others, what passes between you and a Lady is your business and hers no one else" "follow that dictum and you will never go wrong". "Err" yes Dad still waiting for the rest but that was it. It became my mantra, the code of honour and it worked, always listen to your old Dad. So ladies when you form the queue be in disguise, a long black cloak pointy hat and a bowl full of frogs would do nicely I will see the lady under the muck. "Oh" and the sun warmed Victoria plums we ate were wonderful.
Frank.
Tetley with the Trump it would be the old style me, rifle butt round the head and fourteen inch bayonet polished on Trumps rump, the only way to treat a fanatic. Mrs Clinton would get the charm attack, it never failed yet, Mr I would take to the Vet he needs seeing to.
Frank.
Frank - your father sounds as though he was a true gentleman.