Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,798MI6 Agent
Thanks Barbel.
Holly knws the best way to keep me safe, is keep me close. Reminds me of when she used to cuddle Captain Scarlet when he passed out on the floor! But that Toy rat is one of her favourates.
That delinquent offspring of hers needs some management control. Where is he?!
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You may not know this, but the city of Oslo picks out trees that are candidates to be sent to London years in advance. They mark them with paint, something I found very helpful when I cut down my Christmas tree today. Is this tree an acceptable replacement for the one the cat(s) mauled?
Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,798MI6 Agent
24 That's very good of you, but that one is almost as big as the one that towers over the beer garden!
We need something notsbly smaller for in thr pub....
Its really pretty though. You can plant it outside on the other side of the Piz Gloria ski track.
But make sure it doesn't overshadow the Chatau Drax rifle range. The big shots will grumble in the summer.
FREDDY!! Leave the A.R.S.E alone! NO!
(Freddy is pawing at thr Arse, claws out. The unitcs cylon eye goes a dangerous shade of blood red. A whine like a turbine charging can be heard, then a spark of electricity comes out of its pint slot.
Freddy staggers off, singed whiskers and fur fluffed out in all directions. Ears flat, tail between legs, he slinks off to his Mother's basket.
The Arse goes back to standby mode like nothing happened.)
Stupid Panther cub! Hopefully You will learn to behave now!
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I completely forgot about the ceiling here in SABS. I have found some "Blofeld's henchmen crashing in a tree" decorations to hang on the Cristmas tree. If you spin them around they will make a "Wilhelm scream".
I have made a poll (or rather two polls leading up to a finale after New Year) where we can vote for our favourite Bond Girls. It's soemthing nice to do with the family at Christmas :007)
Eggnog, please!
Today was a Christmas cliche. My five-year old nephew banged on my door and demand a snow ball fight. So we battled it out, then he asked: "Do you wanna build a Snowman?"
There is only one sensible reply to that question. After finishing our snowman, including coal eyes and my grandfather's old hat, we had Christmas bread. We gave the leftover bread to the sheep next door, a treat they seemed to enjoy. Finally we went indoors where we decorated the tree. The two of us found the time for a game of chess before dinner - don't ask me who won...
At last we had dinner, soursause porridge.
A couple of snapshots I took with my Smartphone today (some Photoshop may have been used):
Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,798MI6 Agent
(The A.r.s.e. is quietly 'ticking' to itself, its eye switching form blue to red to green as it sweeps back and forth.
Holly is sitting to attention on the bar, taking a polite interest in a huge banner TB2 is hanging up, while balancing awkwardly on a step ladder. The banner has a sheet in front of it. A model of the Graves Ice Palace is sitting on a central table in the middle of the pub, looking dull and forgotten about.
TB2 steps off the ladder, looks round the pub.)
NOW!!
(TB2 pulls a bit of rope. the sheet falls off the banner, the ARSE scans the Ice Palace with its eye and Holly presses a paw on a blue button control on the bar.
The Ice Palace lights up like a White Christmas tree and a miniature Aston Martin starts chasing after a miniature green jaguar. zipping in and out of the building. The cars flash their lights and give off missile launcher sounds.
As soon ass Holly pressed the button, a Heli drone version of Little Nelly takes off on a per-programmed course, dancing around the ceiling. Periodically, the model gyro-copter drops a little while bag of fake snow flakes, which "puffs" open showering tables or other furniture.
Finally when TB2 reveals the banner, is says in big red letters HAPPY CHRISTMAS FROM ALL AT THE SABS!!- Keeping the the Bottle Ends Up! )
Very nice, very nice indeed.... Happy Christmas everyone!
This is Thunderbird 2, how can I be of assistance?
Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,798MI6 Agent
(TB2 places a large glass of Coke Zero on the bar.
He pours himself a glass of Crabbies Ginger Raspberry and pours boiled chicken pieces in Holly's bowl.)
Cheers, Happy Christmas 24. Happy Christmas Cat!
Where is Pussy?! He and Freddy should have been back ages ago!
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Thank you for the Coke Zero, TB2. I forgot to stock up for the hollidays. I have gone without for two days now
Merry Christmas for everyone and especially you, TB2 :007)
Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,798MI6 Agent
edited December 2018
(TB2 is going through his SABs checklist.
He dusts the Ice Palace inbetween the mini cars buzzing about.
Wipes the table tops, re-arranging the centre pieces.
Uses a duster on the painting of Dame Judi, the SIS Building and Thane Castle.
Clears a rack of clean glasses away , loads the washer with a lot of filthy ones.
Slots Lady Roses (currently empty) wine rack into its wall slot.
Polishes the floor till its sparkling.
Restacks the fire, sets it and lights it.
Wipes down the mods chairs, and fluffs the cushions.
Tidies up thr till [using tweezers and thick gloves]
Feeds the Siamese fighing fish......
Holly comes through thr Alsation sized cat flap, looks enquiring at TB2, she is clearly hungry.
TB2 raies a finger.)
Plan B please Cat! I have been non stop since I arrived.
(Holly gently pads over to the A.R.S.E and sits to attention in front of it. She lets out a loud, but gentle meewwwing noise.
The A.R.S.E switches from standby to active mode, its Cylon eye switching from an electric blue pivot to a pulsing emerald green. It scans Holly. After a moment, the A.R.S.E's aux screen lights up with an image of Holly.)
Ident: Felis Catus Gigantus Designation 'Holly'. Function Pub Cat. = Plan Protocal B.
(A slot in the wall deposits a duplicate of Holly's bowl. The A.R.S.E extends a small chute, which drops a sizeable amount of steaming boiled chicken pieces into the bowl. )
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[comes in still in work clothes, looking thirsty]
Off work early today, and off tomorrow! A pint of stout, if you please, my good man.
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"I am not an entrant in the Shakespeare Stakes." - Ian Fleming
"Screw 'em." - Daniel Craig, The Best James Bond EverTM
Do you remember early last week, last time we felt hunger? A part of me longs to sitting down by the dinner table and not feel full …
One of the usual, please
Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,798MI6 Agent
Stout for Leoff, Coke Zero for 24!
I will be in here on and off tomorrow afternoon 24, but not on duty.
Next week I am going up to Scotland to see my Parents, and Holly is coming with me as usual.
In fact, I need someone to keep an eye on things in here while I am away.
Incidentally what does everyone think of the A.R.S.E's new visual recognition interface that Holly tested the other evening?
This is Thunderbird 2, how can I be of assistance?
The finale of the Favourite Bond Girl poll is going rather slowly. How can I generate more interest for it, I thougt. Where do people with an interest for a topic like that meet?
Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,798MI6 Agent
Here's yer breakfast Barbel, full Scottish I,..
24 Put that Gun away immediatelya No firearms aloud!! You know that!
(Loud,squeally meeewing noise). Alright Freddy, your food is on the way!!
Honestly, never a minutes peace! "You'll find early shifts easier TB2!... I'll deal with the late stock TB2!!
Pussy, I want a Pay rise!!. Or more help.
This is Thunderbird 2, how can I be of assistance?
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Holly knws the best way to keep me safe, is keep me close. Reminds me of when she used to cuddle Captain Scarlet when he passed out on the floor! But that Toy rat is one of her favourates.
That delinquent offspring of hers needs some management control. Where is he?!
We need something notsbly smaller for in thr pub....
Its really pretty though. You can plant it outside on the other side of the Piz Gloria ski track.
But make sure it doesn't overshadow the Chatau Drax rifle range. The big shots will grumble in the summer.
FREDDY!! Leave the A.R.S.E alone! NO!
(Freddy is pawing at thr Arse, claws out. The unitcs cylon eye goes a dangerous shade of blood red. A whine like a turbine charging can be heard, then a spark of electricity comes out of its pint slot.
Freddy staggers off, singed whiskers and fur fluffed out in all directions. Ears flat, tail between legs, he slinks off to his Mother's basket.
The Arse goes back to standby mode like nothing happened.)
Stupid Panther cub! Hopefully You will learn to behave now!
https://www.ajb007.co.uk/post/936469/#p936469
Today was a Christmas cliche. My five-year old nephew banged on my door and demand a snow ball fight. So we battled it out, then he asked: "Do you wanna build a Snowman?"
There is only one sensible reply to that question. After finishing our snowman, including coal eyes and my grandfather's old hat, we had Christmas bread. We gave the leftover bread to the sheep next door, a treat they seemed to enjoy. Finally we went indoors where we decorated the tree. The two of us found the time for a game of chess before dinner - don't ask me who won...
At last we had dinner, soursause porridge.
A couple of snapshots I took with my Smartphone today (some Photoshop may have been used):
Me, content after the day's work:
Talisker for You and me Barbel!
I'm afraid Pussy is not in - he has taken Freddy for a walk.
Rather him than me, that cub doesn't take after Holly.
Cheers! {[]
Holly is sitting to attention on the bar, taking a polite interest in a huge banner TB2 is hanging up, while balancing awkwardly on a step ladder. The banner has a sheet in front of it. A model of the Graves Ice Palace is sitting on a central table in the middle of the pub, looking dull and forgotten about.
TB2 steps off the ladder, looks round the pub.)
NOW!!
(TB2 pulls a bit of rope. the sheet falls off the banner, the ARSE scans the Ice Palace with its eye and Holly presses a paw on a blue button control on the bar.
The Ice Palace lights up like a White Christmas tree and a miniature Aston Martin starts chasing after a miniature green jaguar. zipping in and out of the building. The cars flash their lights and give off missile launcher sounds.
As soon ass Holly pressed the button, a Heli drone version of Little Nelly takes off on a per-programmed course, dancing around the ceiling. Periodically, the model gyro-copter drops a little while bag of fake snow flakes, which "puffs" open showering tables or other furniture.
Finally when TB2 reveals the banner, is says in big red letters
HAPPY CHRISTMAS FROM ALL AT THE SABS!!- Keeping the the Bottle Ends Up!
Very nice, very nice indeed.... Happy Christmas everyone!
He pours himself a glass of Crabbies Ginger Raspberry and pours boiled chicken pieces in Holly's bowl.)
Cheers, Happy Christmas 24. Happy Christmas Cat!
Where is Pussy?! He and Freddy should have been back ages ago!
Merry Christmas for everyone and especially you, TB2 :007)
He dusts the Ice Palace inbetween the mini cars buzzing about.
Wipes the table tops, re-arranging the centre pieces.
Uses a duster on the painting of Dame Judi, the SIS Building and Thane Castle.
Clears a rack of clean glasses away , loads the washer with a lot of filthy ones.
Slots Lady Roses (currently empty) wine rack into its wall slot.
Polishes the floor till its sparkling.
Restacks the fire, sets it and lights it.
Wipes down the mods chairs, and fluffs the cushions.
Tidies up thr till [using tweezers and thick gloves]
Feeds the Siamese fighing fish......
Holly comes through thr Alsation sized cat flap, looks enquiring at TB2, she is clearly hungry.
TB2 raies a finger.)
Plan B please Cat! I have been non stop since I arrived.
(Holly gently pads over to the A.R.S.E and sits to attention in front of it. She lets out a loud, but gentle meewwwing noise.
The A.R.S.E switches from standby to active mode, its Cylon eye switching from an electric blue pivot to a pulsing emerald green. It scans Holly. After a moment, the A.R.S.E's aux screen lights up with an image of Holly.)
Ident: Felis Catus Gigantus Designation 'Holly'. Function Pub Cat. = Plan Protocal B.
(A slot in the wall deposits a duplicate of Holly's bowl. The A.R.S.E extends a small chute, which drops a sizeable amount of steaming boiled chicken pieces into the bowl. )
Outcome: 'Feline nutrition requirements delivered. Please enjoy Holly!'
(Holly meeows Thanks and gently waving her tail starts to eat her food. The A.R.S.E goes back to sleep.)
I'm exhausted. And Pussy has the cheek to say the pub runs itself!
Damn, delivery unload and stocktake next.
Where IS everyone?!
Though gotta clean the car for a trip to Wellington for new year's.
-Casino Royale, Ian Fleming
Off work early today, and off tomorrow!
"I am not an entrant in the Shakespeare Stakes." - Ian Fleming
"Screw 'em." - Daniel Craig, The Best James Bond EverTM
One of the usual, please
I will be in here on and off tomorrow afternoon 24, but not on duty.
Next week I am going up to Scotland to see my Parents, and Holly is coming with me as usual.
In fact, I need someone to keep an eye on things in here while I am away.
Incidentally what does everyone think of the A.R.S.E's new visual recognition interface that Holly tested the other evening?
The finale of the Favourite Bond Girl poll is going rather slowly. How can I generate more interest for it, I thougt. Where do people with an interest for a topic like that meet?
Ah …..
https://vote.pollcode.com/22464857
24 Put that Gun away immediatelya No firearms aloud!! You know that!
(Loud,squeally meeewing noise). Alright Freddy, your food is on the way!!
Honestly, never a minutes peace! "You'll find early shifts easier TB2!... I'll deal with the late stock TB2!!
Pussy, I want a Pay rise!!. Or more help.