Obviously dispatched by Seb and representing our esteemed Deputies, Phil H rocked up on the Priory's doorstep yesterday evening. But not for one minute was I fooled into believing that this was not about the OUATITW issue, that has sparked the philosophical dribblings over the semantics of the word “transcend” on another thread. The fact that Phil was accompanied by his delightful wife and one of his equally delightful daughters deceived me not, and I knew I had some explaining to do, and with his family representatives present could now no longer resort to violence and forcibly eject him.
The offer of accompanying them to a local hostillery for a couple of beers, followed by a curry and further beers in yet another pleasant boozer, warmed me slightly, and I fell (or so it seems) into the trap laid out for me. :
Once the choir-mistress had distracted the gals from us hombres with talk of embroidery and kittens or some-such, we men (pretending to discuss subjects as diverse as piccalilli and the decline and rise of the British public house) got down to the business of discussing the forum, how it was so nice to have some of the old faces back, and how there was some welcome young blood to add fresh perspectives and keep us old 'uns on our toes. But, even somewhat inebriated by now, hornswoggled I was not to be, and although Phil pretended that it wasn't his mission, the issue of OUATITW was dually discussed, and I have to say the arguments I put forward to substantiate my opinion were pretty convincing! Having duped our deputy into drinking some high-octane thick black winter warmer ale, he'd softened to my theories about the perfect spag being a budget creature, digestible in an 80-95 minute window and being able to be washed down with a couple of brace of fine ale, without having to think or concentrate for extended periods. And so, our evening progressed without the threat of bloodshed and a great time was had by all.
I've promised not to bring up 'the issue' for at least a while, having been told that at the last Deputies meeting (all expences paid), Stanton was even more delusional than normal regarding his self-proclaimed ability of “understanding everything and everyone” so I'll provoke you no more Sir and let you recover in peace.
Still distracted, the gals allowed us to further venture into spaghetti-land where we reminisced about the wonderful time we had watching the Dollars 'trilogy' in Almeria all those years ago, and Phil further told me about the marvellous time he'd had going back to Spain, and his crossing the border to visit Brother El Topo (whereupon I felt obliged to inform his deputyness that this forumite had recently turned up for duty severely inebriated and had nearly disgraced himself, but a by now squiffy deputy could only smile and forgive ol' blue-eyed ET!) We also saluted Brother Caress and giggled in excitement at his suggestion that we get on board for his November shooty-beauty Top 20/30 extravaganza. Merrily we spilled beer and pontificated on our potential omissions and entrants, only really agreeing that Return of Ringo, El Puro, FAFDM and CWC?) would probably make it onto both of our lists. But, all too soon the evening was coming to a successful close and with all talk of exile and treason behind us I bade goodnight to my superior-in-rank and his family, pointed them in the direction of their stable, and retired myself and the c-m to a night of sweet spaghetti-dreams.
Bring on the November-thon!