Er...'ello? I'm back here again am I?
Well, as part of 'ouse Gryffindor, I find the sheer presence of these deplorable, disparaging, dirty, and downright dithering chaps from the states rather [pardon my French] gauling! It's not to be countenanced that the 'eadmaster would allow them onto the the shows of Fair Brittanica, or even worse--invite them! Video sed non credo and all that.
Enough on that--I must relate a jolly good amusing incident. On my way here a fortnight since, I saw five rather self-important fellows--you know the type--standing about in all the customary Londoner gear--you know what I mean--top 'at, overcoat, white gloves (for riding behind a steam engine, no less), and spats! I dare say one of the gents even had on a wig! And not one of those Frenchie Toupees but a genuine, powdered wig!
If I wanted to talk like a bloke from a book, I might even say that it was the genuine article! It certainly looked silly. (And the economy of the things! Why if those blessed things make a comeback, there will be no powdered sugar in all England left over for my cakes!)
Cakes... ah, such lovely delicacies, cakes. "Heavy on the frosting, light on the sprinkles," as I say (if i do say so myself, and I do). Ice-cream cakes, however, are a thing to be reviled. Let me tell you something--as one who has not had it, it sounds positively disgusting. Dutch Carnival Cake, on the other hand, as a form of gingerbread, is wonderful, and is really a derivative of a proper English desert.... Anyway, if you put enough cinnamon and sugar in them, any cake is bound to be better than it would be in the inverse case. Reminds me of the time....[here the speaker paused and glared around the room]....someone who shan't be named dumped a pound of salt in the sugar bowl in our kitchen because they averred that the salt cellar was leaking--out the top! Of all the things I've eve heard of, that certainly was a thing!
Oh, the one consoling thing about the wig-wearers--I heard they were walking through the countryside and at one point one of them tipped over (either because of a rock in his path or--as he cheerily put it--"to better observe the sky from a supine position!") At the aforementioned point a cow came up and licked that wig (attracted by the sugar, no doubt). By the time the cow had finished its midday snack, the wig had dissolved into a mess, so he got what was coming to him after all. Well, says I, maybe that will put those powdered wigs back in the dustbin where they belong. Imagine having your hair eaten by a cow!
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It's great to be playing with you all! Especially, I wish to welcome @phaolo to GOG mafia! I really hope that you enjoy it!
Nothing I put in my flavour is ever meant as an insult to anyone.
vote GymHenson because he wrote 3 posts without voting.
