Has the lovely Lady in the pic got broad shoulders, or a little head?
Ah you are getting there Spitty;-)
The Queen Mother?
she’s a man ; she’s a man!!
Both are wrong.
Is she wondering whether or not to spray the VI Poo?
SP - your membership can be revoked IF you continue to be uncooperative??
Nope. I thought you were getting close too.
You don’t scare me big boy:mrgreen:
spittie is in charge of revocations - yes spittie? show how nasty ya can be spits!!
Was I just a sniff away?
Keep trying.
I must go now - So NO cheating:lol:
oi where dat Pugs gawn - just when it’s gettin difficult he pushes off - typical here pugie wuggie ; here puggie wuggie - I think he’s buried 'is head in the chair!!
Ok,just for you,gummy little sugarpuff - [wivvart givin’ the game away]
…just imagine what’d be the plot if she WASN’T a woman…
Mmmm not quite.
Hint time - Think nearer to my home;-)
This is a portrait of Lady Harriot Chessington Brown by an anonymous artist. This was painted a few months before she was sent to an asylum, note her lost look and the few pieces of plain jewellery, a wedding band and a simple gold locket on a long gold chain, not the type of jewellery a lady of her station would wear for a portrait sitting, yes she has that throwing in the towel look about her here.
The Chessington Browns make their fortunes from sugar plantations in Jamaica and Trinidad in the middle 1700’s, Harriot was a notorious gambler and if let continue would have landed Hubert her husband and the family home in Huntingdon in the manure business.
They had two children, two boys, one became a minister of the church and went to convert the natives in Africa where he fell foul of the Icawoo Tribe and they promptly ate him.
The other son followed the gambling ways of his mother and was shot in a casino in Paris in a dispute over cards.
Harriot eventually went mad and her husband had her committed to an asylum for the rest of her natural.
Beautiful woman and a Sad story.
Obvious she could have done with Ladbrokes current advice to addicted gamblers “When the fun stops, stop”
PS.Sweetie when I tried to copy the picture the lady’s real name was revealed, I resisted the opportunity to cheat, but I would never have guessed who she really was.;-)
Oh, Jem that made me smile. Wonderful story:lol:
Shame the other guys didn’t do the same as you, instead of winding each other up!
It was hard work for me earlier, you know.
Thank you Sweetie, it’s good to smile.
I think it may be the loss of RJ’s guiding hand that’s leading them astray Sweetie, RJ is a literary genius when he’s on top form and his sense of humour is second to none, where the hell is he anyway?
Now now lads be gentle with each other, tricking leads to crying as me Granny used to say to my brother and me when we were fighting, she was right, it usually did.
I ain’t up for fighting, for the last couple of weeks I have been perplexed by my perpends.
OMG - spittie’s moved away from the perpendicular - how absolutely pppppperculiar perhaps?