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Post by breakfast on Dec 8, 2010 20:53:50 GMT
Intermission 3...
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Post by redhorseracinguk on Dec 8, 2010 21:38:05 GMT
BWWWWAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ;D ;D ;D xxxxx
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Post by beksnjake on Dec 9, 2010 6:08:23 GMT
I am speechless ;D
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Post by kas on Dec 9, 2010 8:18:23 GMT
This thread is bizzare. ;D
I'll get back to the plot (whatever that is!) when I've got time!
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Post by redhorseracinguk on Dec 9, 2010 9:43:45 GMT
Ginny muttered to herself as she walked over to the kennel, raw steak in hand. She was racking her brains on how the heck she was going to explain that Phillip (fuckin legend) looked like teen wolfs' older brother.... Hmmm, but then again... maybe this could be just the publicity they needed  She opened the door to the kennel, promptly walked through said kennel and through a secret door. And there sat a very hairy Phillip strumming away on his guitar singing a dingo rendition of "When I'm calling YooooooouuuuuhhHHhhhooooWllllllll ooow oww owwwww Wooooo".... In a perfect little cravanette this one was a bit grander than the psychedelic orange one currently making it's way to the NEC".... " Strike me ROAN! Knock it off Phil... would ya dahl?- people are gettin' a bit suspicious and I'm runnin outta excuses".... "I know love, but I jus' can't help it" What with this full moon and everything.... Back in the house, they dinner guests were plotting a midnight exploration to see EXACTLY what was going on.... |
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Post by snigsby on Dec 9, 2010 10:11:13 GMT
The psychedelic caravanette was parked up at a layby somewhere near the M5. Snags and Skippy were sitting outside in their striped,folding canvas chairs,  waiting for the primus stove to boil an old tin kettle and gloomily eating hard boiled egg sandwiches. Trim and BB had headed off to the woods behind them some time ago and Snags,as usual, was getting concerned. "Surely it hasn't taken them this long to find a convenient bush" she worried "I do wonder if they are OK." "You really must learn to relax,Snags" replied Skippy "why don't we have a look at BB's laptop and see what he's been up to. That'll give you something different to worry about." After an hour or so of fiddling,twiddling and clicking, they found themselves staring openmouthed at the screen,all thoughts of tea forgotten as the images unfolded. "I don't believe it!" breathed Snags. "Told you not to worry" replied Skippy " I was fairly sure they had a plan". |
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Post by snigsby on Dec 11, 2010 4:08:25 GMT
Trim packed away the horse costume. BB hopped around on one leg singing the chorus from "Bob the Builder". They had a plan all right  Back at the layby,they were met by Snags and Skippy with hands on hips. "Where have you been?" fretted Snags "we've got to get moving! Those webcams that OuttoLunch set up are showing that we've got half an hour to rendevouz with the other Splories before the home baking runs out! And they've been having a special edition of Come Dine With Me over in Tasmania,by the look of it." As the caravanette picked up speed preparing to lauch itself up the slip road and back onto the motorway,Skippy said,once again "Anyone know where the secret location is for our Splories rendevouz,by any chance?"  |
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Post by snigsby on Dec 11, 2010 4:36:07 GMT
In a field not far away,Genghis stretched luxuriously out on the grass. "That was a lovely snooze" he thought. Just then he heard a hushed whisper......."he's alive!" it said. Opening one eye, he saw that he was surrounded by small girls with dazed expressions on their faces. "A pony!" breathed one of them "We've found a pony!" "Yippee!!" squealed the others,converging on Ghengis and within moments he found himself tied to a fence being offered hairy polos and bits of withered carrot hastily dredged up from various pockets. Politely spitting out the bits of silver paper,he realised that this might not be a total disaster,that looked like a bucket of warm water and a packet of Lux Flakes he saw over there. His mane and tail could do with a bit of shampooing and detangling. As several small girls swarmed around him,wielding brushes and sprays,he hoped the other chestnut boys were also going to be all spruced up (though obviously not quite as shiny and gleaming as him) - they would look good in the front row of the Big Event. "Then I'll have to turn on and tune in to BB to find out where he is."  |
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Post by nicxf on Dec 11, 2010 16:55:00 GMT
Nicthegeek, the beanpoley 'splorey, chuntered along behind a lorry, having lost the strange VW she'd been following a while back. Pulling into the services, she consulted her map. "Hmmm...I hope that pony knows what he's up to..." she thought to herself, as she tried to understand a cryptic text message that had popped onto her mobile phone.
"qw;ej;dkfjesn;is;dfjds;fdsif/kf zh" it said. Nicthegeek wondered how on earth, from a text like that, she was supposed to find her Golden Pony and the other 'splories that Golden Pony had sworn (when he called from kent) were heading at high speed to the NEC. Now she thought about it, teaching him to use a phone had been all very well, but perhaps trying to text with hooves was a bit beyond the Golden fella.
"Oh well" she thought. "I guess I'll have to see if I can get some sense out of one of the other 'Splories..."
So, she picked up the phone again, and dialled Kos' number.
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Post by snigsby on Dec 12, 2010 7:56:55 GMT
The phone rang......and rang.........and rang............
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Post by kas on Dec 12, 2010 8:40:55 GMT
"Kos, wake up!" OUttolunch gave Kos a good shake "The phone's ringing".
The Splories were camped out on a grassy knoll overlooking the Motor Museum, recovering from a liquid lunch.
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Post by el on Dec 12, 2010 14:02:22 GMT
Suddently Outtolunch's phone started to ring as well, blaring out loudly "Texas, Our Texas! all hail the mighty State! ". 'This can only be one cowboy' yelled Outtolunch as he threw his unlocked jailbroken iphone 7 (he knows people who know people) to his ear, but left the loudspeaker on so every else could hear as well. HOWDI LUNCHER!!! IT'S CARTOUT WHITE HERE FROM TEXAS!! I'VE GOT ME Spot Hidden Rasher HERE AS WELL, AND WE'RE BRINGIN' OVA SOME AAAHHHHKEEEEDDDDOOOOHH MOVES, NICELY COLOURED HOSSES AND SOME POTATO HORSEMANSHIP. 'I told you already, it's not potato horsemanship, it's passive horseman..' Spot HiddenRasher tried in vain to explain but Cartout White is in full flow. LIKE I SAID, WE'RE JUST LANDED IN THE QUEENS COUNTRY, AND OUR TWO COWBOY HATS MADE IT OVER INTACT AS WELL. WHAT ARE THE PLANS NOW LUNCHIE BOY? AND WHERE IS YOUR DARN FINE BLACK HOSS I'VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT?  Spot and Cartout wait in aniticipation as Outtolunch checks to see what Kos has up her sleeve............ |
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Post by kas on Dec 13, 2010 11:56:36 GMT
Horse Whisperers Too
An Equine Extravaganza!
Running order for the day
The day opens with Spot Hiddenrasher and friends - Finding the Why
Trim Widdlecombe - Be With Me Pony
Ben Kidney - Tricker Training the Chesnut Mare
Stove Tencents from Silverend Horsemanship - and friends
Jonty Robarts and Nelly Stains with their Intelligent Associates - TREC (in association with Gok Wan)
Fat Farelli - Ingenious Horsemantricks Stallionship
(Authors - do we want anyone else? PM me to sort out who is going to author which demo. Honestly, I have shedloads of work to do today, I'll be back!)
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Post by el on Dec 13, 2010 18:27:22 GMT
oh i'm giggling away here to myself!!!
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Post by kas on Dec 14, 2010 14:47:34 GMT
Nelly Stains and the Intelligent Associates had arrived at the NEC with a couple of days to spare to settle in. They parked their lorries up in a circle (think western waggons), settled their horses into the temorary stables, and set up a bar in the back of Stellar's lorry. To save money (for spending on better and more liquid things) they were sleeping in their lorries and cooking up tasty treats on an assortment of Calor gas stoves. Life was good.
Nelly huddled in the back of her lorry sadly surveying a set of green Spanx. She just couldn't bring herself to do it, not even for her old friend and mentor Jonty, what on earth was she to do? Suddenly a thoughtful grin spread over her immaculately made up features. (I hope Nelly doesn't mind that bit about immaculate makeup, it's a true compliment) "I wonder if the Bull Ring has a Victoria's Secret shop?" she pondered, reaching for her handbag.
At the other side of the car park, in the Farelli camp, faint screams and the sound of hooves crashing on metal could be heard. El Stalliano Diaboloso had arrived, and had just been released into his 12 foot high metal pen. Anyone who ventured closer, and believe me, nobody wanted to venture closer, would have observed several battered Parsnip Sticks flying out of the pen. (Battered parsnips, geddit?)
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