Post by: smurfboy on January 04, 2006, 01:56:52 pm
Jocasta turned towards her mother, almost shaking with nerves and excitement. 'Well?'
Emilia looked at her daughter, a virginal vision in the pure white hand-stitched gown. Every individually sewn pearl on the bodice seemed to shine with Jocasta's flawless beauty. 'Oh darling', said Emilia, choking back tears of pride. 'You look so beautiful. I wish your father could be here to see this day'.
'Me too', replied Jocasta, her own eyes now moist. 'If only he hadn't lamped that screw one. Never mind losing his day release, he'll be lucky if his parole's not up the swanee too. Silly bleeder'.
Post by: chocoboo on January 04, 2006, 04:20:18 pm
Post by: StrollingMinstrel on January 04, 2006, 05:50:51 pm
Yea!! It's back!!Post by: oldspice on January 04, 2006, 06:54:37 pm
Post by: loulou on January 04, 2006, 07:10:17 pm
Post by: goldencup on January 04, 2006, 07:37:13 pm
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Post by: smurfboy on January 05, 2006, 01:37:25 pm
Serafina gazed at her sister, the epitome of fresh, innocent beauty in her wedding gown. Staring down at her own oyster grey dress, she dreamt of that wonderful day many years ahead when she would no longer be the bridesmaid; when it would be she who commanded the attention of all eyes as she prepared to give herself to her one and only.
'If only Darren had pulled out in time behind the chippy', thought Serafina bitterly. She looked down at her dress again - she was definitely showing. Breathing in all day was going to be bloody murder.
Post by: loulou on January 05, 2006, 01:39:22 pm
Post by: chocoboo on January 05, 2006, 04:51:07 pm
Clever stuff, you have missed your vocation
Post by: loulou on January 05, 2006, 10:42:02 pm
Post by: goldencup on January 05, 2006, 11:30:54 pm
Post by: loulou on January 05, 2006, 11:54:15 pm
Post by: smurfboy on January 06, 2006, 10:09:53 am
Gerard stood by the mirror, adjusting the cravat of his morning suit. Although now in his seventy-second year, his cobalt blue eyes still retained a glint of youthful exuberance, enhanced by the excitement at the joyful day ahead.
Emilia appeared in the doorway, resplendent in coral silk. 'Well dad', she said, glowing with maternal pride, 'what do you think of your grandaughter?'
Gerard gasped as Jocasta nervously entered the room. Happiness and anticipation shone from her flawless, angelic visage. 'Oh darling', Gerard said, 'you look divine. No bride has ever been so beautiful'. Gerard's eyes became misty for a moment as the years evaporated in his mind. 'Do you know, sometimes it seems like just weeks ago that I was waiting at the altar for my beautiful young wife to be'.
'Oh grandad', sighed Jocasta, clasping his warm hand to her own dainty digits. 'How long has it been now? Three months?' Gerard nodded, blinking back tears.
'And the police still haven't caught up with Sing-Wu?'
'No, disappeared into thin air, with 30 grand of my bloody money', snapped Gerard bitterly. 'And they've shut the bloody website down. I tell you this for nothing, that's the last time I shop online'.
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 06, 2006, 10:34:59 am
Post by: loulou on January 06, 2006, 10:52:41 am
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 06, 2006, 11:06:41 am
Post by: loulou on January 06, 2006, 11:58:52 am
Post by: smurfboy on January 06, 2006, 01:04:11 pm
They will all colour clash on the photos.
I think they will co-ordinate beautifully.
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 06, 2006, 01:14:03 pm
Post by: loulou on January 06, 2006, 01:47:26 pm
Post by: smurfboy on January 06, 2006, 01:50:43 pm
Post by: loulou on January 06, 2006, 01:51:25 pm
you told me they were orange.
Post by: smurfboy on January 06, 2006, 01:53:23 pm
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 06, 2006, 02:11:23 pm
Post by: loulou on January 06, 2006, 02:15:18 pm
Post by: smurfboy on January 06, 2006, 02:15:30 pm
How bizarre.
So are you lot all planning to have one of those dreadful weddings where they tell you on the invite what colour you have to wear?
Post by: loulou on January 06, 2006, 02:17:45 pm
Post by: smurfboy on January 06, 2006, 02:18:26 pm
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 06, 2006, 02:41:41 pm
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 06, 2006, 02:42:18 pm
That sounds like the colour scheme of my lounge!
How very 1980s
Post by: smurfboy on January 06, 2006, 02:42:37 pm
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 06, 2006, 02:47:01 pm
So you'll be wearing a dress to my wedding smurfy?
Post by: smurfboy on January 06, 2006, 02:51:15 pm
Post by: loulou on January 06, 2006, 03:20:44 pm
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 06, 2006, 03:26:12 pm
Post by: loulou on January 06, 2006, 03:41:09 pm
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 06, 2006, 04:03:34 pm
Would purple suit smurfy's blue colouring???
Post by: loulou on January 06, 2006, 04:05:01 pm
Post by: goldencup on January 06, 2006, 07:14:53 pm
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Post by: smurfboy on January 07, 2006, 01:47:54 pm
Rupert stared at the silver-framed photograph of his beloved, transported in his mind to the magical springtime day it was taken. A smile burst across his square-jawed face as he recalled how he and Jocasta had strolled along the river, cherry blossom falling from the trees and decorating her raven hair.
'Oh Lord', whispered Rupert. 'Thank you. Thank you for creating this equisite creature. And thank you, thank you for entrusting her to me'. Rupert sighed as a dark cloud formed over the sunshine in his thoughts. 'Oh Jocasta', he murmured, 'would you still be pledging your troth to me if you knew my terrible secret? If you knew Rupert Ellsworth-Smythe was a sham?'
'You don't have to worry about that. Not anymore'. Rupert's head swerved at the sound of his father's voice in the doorway. 'I've taken care of everything'.
'Dad! You don't mean... you didn't?'
'Yes son', said Frederick, smiling. 'I've made sure Jocasta will never know. Your brother's been slipping it to a girl who works at H Samuel. He got her to smuggle a couple of ring boxes into her knickers. Jocasta never has to know you bought the rings from Joe's Jangly Jewels on the market'.
'Thank Christ for that', said Rupert, relief flowing from his body like a hot spurting geyser. 'I don't want her thinking she's marrying a bloody cheapskate'.
Post by: goldencup on January 07, 2006, 02:25:37 pm
It just gets better Smurfy - you should send some extracts to magazines - I feel a weekly column coming on!
P.S. Can I be your agent?
Post by: loulou on January 07, 2006, 11:55:47 pm
Post by: goldencup on January 07, 2006, 11:57:07 pm
Post by: loulou on January 07, 2006, 11:57:56 pm
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Post by: loulou on January 08, 2006, 12:00:09 am
Post by: goldencup on January 08, 2006, 12:02:52 am
Post by: smurfboy on January 08, 2006, 04:17:54 pm
(What's a cafetiere?)
I dunno!!
Post by: chocoboo on January 08, 2006, 04:32:19 pm
Post by: loulou on January 08, 2006, 04:39:05 pm
Post by: oldspice on January 08, 2006, 04:39:51 pm
Post by: chocoboo on January 08, 2006, 04:57:37 pm
Post by: smurfboy on January 08, 2006, 05:47:03 pm
Smurfy, are you related to Barbara Cartland?
No, but she is one of my major influences, along with 'The Amulet of Love', written by a mysterious B. Hunter.
Post by: loulou on January 08, 2006, 06:20:35 pm
Post by: goldencup on January 08, 2006, 07:41:59 pm
Post by: oldspice on January 08, 2006, 08:09:57 pm
Post by: smurfboy on January 09, 2006, 02:01:35 pm
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 09, 2006, 03:05:57 pm
Post by: smurfboy on January 09, 2006, 05:25:12 pm
I hadn't even thought of that! Any suggestions on who should play Rupert and Jocasta?
Maybe I ought to think about a sequel - or am I getting ahead of myself?
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 10, 2006, 08:22:32 am
Any suggestions on who should play Rupert and Jocasta?
Colin Firth and Patsy Palmer?
Post by: smurfboy on January 10, 2006, 01:23:45 pm
'Rupert! Rupert, your grandmother's here!'
Frederick ushered Eleanor into the room. Now seventy-five, she was frailer than she had appeared on her last visit, but walked with quiet dignity, and retained an air of ageless grace and sophistication with her neatly bobbed pure white hair and flattering lilac suit. In her sea blue eyes there was still a trace of the innocent, youthful beauty that had seen her become Miss Rural Derbyshire 1952.
'Hello granny', said Rupert, affectionately kissing the matriarch on the cheek. 'I'm so glad you could come. It must be so hard soon soon after grandpa's death'.
'Well yes, it is', replied Eleanor with a tinge of wistful sadness, 'and I wish he could see how handsome you look today. But you have to move on with life. You can't dwell on the past. He'd be the first to tell us that'.
'Yes, you're right. Have the undertakers been to collect him yet?'
'No, they can't make it 'til Monday', sighed Eleanor. 'So I got Sid from two doors down to help me move him into the cupboard under the stairs. It won't matter if he starts to go off a bit in there; I keep my pickled cabbage in there, so all the vinegar will cover up the smell'.
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 10, 2006, 01:54:49 pm
good instalment
Post by: loulou on January 10, 2006, 07:14:10 pm
Post by: oldspice on January 10, 2006, 07:15:21 pm
Post by: smurfboy on January 13, 2006, 10:54:09 am
'Giles! At last, I thought you were never going to make it! You know the cars will be here soon'.
'Calm down old boy', laughed Giles, pressing Rupert to his brawny rugby player frame in a manly bear-hug. 'I'm the best man, I do the worrying for you. Now, down to the serious business - what are the bridesmaids like? Any decent totty?'
Rupert abruptly broke away from his lifelong friend, now regarding him with a steely countenance. 'Giles, I'm appalled. How can you be so sexist? Jocasta's bridesmaids are intelligent women, they deserve far more than to be treated as mere sex objects! They are her sisters, her cousins, her dear friends. Any knock at them is a knock at my beautiful bride to be, and therefore a knock at me. And in front of my grandmother too! Quite frankly I'm ashamed'.
Giles stared at the intricate pattern on the Persian rug, hiding the blushes Rupert's words had caused. 'I'm so sorry Mrs Ellsworth-Smythe', he said, turning his gaze to the matriarch. 'I'd forgotten there were ladies present. Will you forgive a foolish young man his disrespect?'
'Of course Giles dear', smiled Eleanor, as impeccably polite as ever. 'Now if you'll excuse me, I must powder my nose before the cars arrive'. She discreetly left the room with all the dignity her frailty would allow.
'Right, that's the old biddy out the way', said Rupert. 'Now, these bridesmaids. Jocasta's sister Serafina, she's a bit of a goer by all accounts, and as for her cousin Livinia, well put it this way - she never had a pet parrot, but she's had a cockatoo. Cousin Olivia isn't a bad bit of totty, but I've got my suspicions she drinks from the furry cup. Now her friend Phyllidia! She's definitely worth keeping an eye on, especially once she's had a glass of plonk. But watch out for Clamydia'.
'Which one's she, another cousin? Bit of a minx eh?' Giles laughed from the heart of his strong chest.
'Oh, never mind... just make sure Percy puts his pink anorak on', sighed Rupert. 'Now come on, let's have a whisky, I'm sh*tting a brick'.
Post by: StrollingMinstrel on January 14, 2006, 06:49:50 pm
Post by: loulou on January 14, 2006, 06:55:57 pm
Post by: oldspice on January 14, 2006, 07:00:55 pm
Post by: loulou on January 14, 2006, 07:01:54 pm
Post by: smurfboy on January 14, 2006, 07:17:13 pm
Post by: loulou on January 14, 2006, 07:22:14 pm
Post by: goldencup on January 14, 2006, 07:23:17 pm
Post by: loulou on January 14, 2006, 07:24:21 pm
Post by: smurfboy on January 14, 2006, 07:36:32 pm
Post by: goldencup on January 14, 2006, 07:40:30 pm
As your agent, I will make your you get both Smurfy! Have you thought of changing your pen name....
Post by: smurfboy on January 14, 2006, 07:55:13 pm
Post by: goldencup on January 14, 2006, 08:01:47 pm
Post by: smurfboy on January 16, 2006, 01:46:51 pm
'Senor Mascolino? Come with me please. Don Miglione wishes to see you in his private office'.
A chill ran through Antonio's hot Italian blood. He had never been asked into Don Miglione's private office before. That only meant one thing.
The luxury of the vast room that greeted Antonio was overwhelming. Priceless ancient Oriental wall hangings fought with the porcelain Siberian tigers for the attention of his eyes. At the centre of the room behind an intricately carved oak desk sat Don Richardo Miglione, the most powerful mafioso this side of Sicily. He beckoned Antonio towards him and silently dismissed his flunkey with an almost indiscernable nod of the head. 'Antonio', said Miglione warmly. 'Sit, please'.
Antonio almost melted into the luxurious velvet armchair, both thrilled and terrified at the thought of what he would ask to do. Miglione paused for effect then said, 'My Jocasta is to be married today'.
Jocasta Beaverington. Although Antonio had never set eyes upon her, the legend of her heavenly beauty rivalled that of Helen of Troy. But what really made that name mystical was her role in Don Miglione's life. She was the chink in his armour; the only rough edge on a flawless diamond of unemotional power.
'Of course this cannot be allowed to happen'. Miglione produced a handcrafted Genoan leather briefcase from beneath his desk. 'There is £100,000 in this briefcase. Use it in whatever way you wish. Just guarantee me that wedding does not go ahead'. He handed Antonio an envelope. 'All you need to know is in there'.
Finding himself dismissed, Antonio took the case and stepped up to leave, struggling to take in the enormity of his task. 'Oh, and Antonio?'
Antonio turned nervously back to face the Don.
'If you go past Marks can you pick me up a sarnie? I'm starved. Nothing with mayonnaise, I'm doing the Rosemary Conley'.
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 16, 2006, 01:57:29 pm
Is S. Murphy not suitable?
Is that your real name?
Post by: smurfboy on January 16, 2006, 01:59:39 pm
Post by: oldspice on January 16, 2006, 06:19:05 pm
Post by: goldencup on January 16, 2006, 10:21:45 pm
Post by: oldspice on January 17, 2006, 07:38:24 pm
Post by: StrollingMinstrel on January 17, 2006, 11:02:49 pm
Tarquin?
I think you need to include an address I came across at work today...... Guccimanna... I kid you not!
Post by: oldspice on January 18, 2006, 07:05:13 am
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 18, 2006, 08:00:15 am
I think you need to include an address I came across at work today...... Guccimanna... I kid you not!
Post by: oldspice on January 18, 2006, 08:07:51 pm
We could have fun with made-up house names:
Prada Palais
Tesco Terrace
Post by: goldencup on January 18, 2006, 08:11:41 pm
Chez Burberry
Dun Chavvin
Post by: smurfboy on January 18, 2006, 08:46:07 pm
La Casa Chavita
Pikey's Palace
Dun Shopliftin
Post by: StrollingMinstrel on January 21, 2006, 12:50:59 am
Post by: oldspice on January 21, 2006, 08:16:24 am
Dun Chavin ! Brilliant!
Post by: StrollingMinstrel on January 21, 2006, 10:20:15 am
Vesace Villa
Hilfigers Hostel
Dior Doors
FILA at home
and Chez Cherokee
Post by: oldspice on January 21, 2006, 11:18:16 am
Post by: smurfboy on January 30, 2006, 08:41:37 pm
By popular demand (well, Lou and Strolling Minstrel), a new installment:
'Therefore if anyone knows of any reason why these two people should not be joined in matrimony, speak now, or forever hold your peace'.
Rupert and Jocasta smiled nervously at one another, the anticipation and intensity of the moment threatening to overwhelm them. A million thoughts overran their minds. Were they finally free from the ghosts of their pasts? Or would their voices suddenly pierce the silence and haunt the rafters of this 16th Century church?
The vicar's smile had barely appeared on his lips when the shrill scream shattered the peace. As if in slow motion, all heads turned towards the source of the sound - the 'noooo!' that shook the stained glass windows, and the hearts of the bride and groom.
'Mum?' gasped Jocasta in disbelief. 'Mum, what are you doing?'
'She promised!' hissed Emilia, her eyes wild with passionate rage. 'She PROMISED!'
'Madam, please!', began the vicar, 'may I remind you...'
'I told you I was wearing coral!' Emilia screeched at her sister. 'You swore on our mother's grave you wouldn't wear coral! You lying, evil...'
'Emilia no, it's not what you think!' cried Bettina. 'I asked the girl in Madame Alexandra's - it's papaya!'
'Papaya? PAPAYA?' Emilia spat the words out like poison. 'You must think I'm a fool! You just wanted to upstage me! You're jealous, jealous because your daughter's more interested in munching muff than getting married!'
'PLEASE!' shouted the vicar. 'May I remind you this is a house of God! Not to mention the happiest day of your daughter's life'.
Emilia stared at Jocasta's stricken face. 'Oh darling', she cried, holding back tears. 'I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry!'
'Right', said the vicar. 'Perhaps now I can continue'. The awed silence descended once more. 'In any case', he murmured, 'if that's papaya I'm bloody Jewish. It's shrimp if ever I saw it...'
Post by: StrollingMinstrel on January 30, 2006, 08:52:22 pm
Horray!! It's back. I was brewing up to request more ... no need now. Thanks Smurfy
Loving the whole wedding theme.... almost considering renewing my vows in honour or it!
Post by: loulou on January 30, 2006, 10:21:43 pm
BrilliantPost by: goldencup on January 31, 2006, 08:27:42 am
It's the best yet Smurfy! I'm going to print them all out and show everyone at work to cheer them up!
P.S. Is it copyright?
Post by: smurfboy on January 31, 2006, 09:45:02 am
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on January 31, 2006, 09:57:40 am
Post by: goldencup on January 31, 2006, 07:40:14 pm
Try Bloomsbury. Apparently they're looking for a new blockbuster author as J K Rowling has almost finished Harry Potter.
Post by: smurfboy on February 05, 2006, 03:18:46 pm
Time for a new installment...
‘Do you Rupert Arthur Oswald Everard Ellsworth-Symthe take thee Jocasta Cecilia Felicia Tanitia Alopecia Beaverington to be your lawful wedded wife?’
‘I do’.
‘And do you Jocasta Cecilia Felicia Tanitia Alopecia Beaverington take thee Rupert Arthur Oswald Everard Ellsworth-Symthe to be your lawful wedded husband?’
‘I do’.
‘Then by the power invested in me, I know pronounce you…’
‘STOP THE WEDDING!’
As gasps rang around the rafters of the church, Father O’Mara rolled his eyes. ‘Oh what is it now?’ he snapped. ‘Someone nicked your buttonhole?’
‘I wouldn’t be sarcastic with me Father’, smiled Antonio, the sawn-off in his hand announcing his intentions. ‘It ill becomes a man of the cloth’.
‘Who are you?’ demanded Rupert. ‘What do you want?’
‘It’s not what’, replied Antonio, ‘It’s who. Miss Beaverington, would you be so good as to come with me?’
Jocasta’s deep brown eyes blazed with a mixture of fear and anger. ‘I’m not going anywhere’, she insisted, her voice shaky, but her resolve never faltering. ‘This is my wedding day.’
‘Don Miglione thinks differently. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll know you have know choice’.
Rupert stared at his wife to be, wondering if the woman who returned his gaze was who he had always imagined her to be. ‘Jocasta? Jocasta, who’s Don Miglione?’
‘Oh Rupert. Rupert, I…’
‘We’re wasting time’, interrupted Antonio. ‘Don Miglione is not a man who likes to be kept waiting. Now I…’
Antonio was never to finish his sentence. His knees buckled as the air was gradually forced from his throat. Collapsing to the aisle, the gun was knocked from his hands as Regina gave one final pull on her pure silk scarf, landing at the feet of cousin Hubert, who quickly slipped it into his gentleman’s handbag.
‘Aunt Regina!’ gasped Jocasta. ‘You’ve saved us! How can we ever thank you?’
Regina smiled beatifically. ‘There’s no need to thank me Jocasta dear’, she replied. ‘And there’s certainly no need to thank your Uncle Cuthbert’. Regina turned to her husband. ‘ ‘Don’t bother with the matching scarf Regina’, you said. ‘No one will even notice Regina’, you said. ‘It’s a waste of money Regina’, you said. ‘Wear that necklace I got you last Christmas Regina!’, you said. Where would jewelled seashells have got us today, I ask you?’
‘Alright Regina, you’ve had your moment, don’t milk it’, sighed Cuthbert. ‘I wasn’t to know you’d have to strangle a mafia gunman’.
‘Ha! Just like a man’, Regina replied. ‘Never prepared for anything. I haven’t forgotten that summer in Sorrento when we had that cold snap. Not a single sweater in your suitcase! And as for that burst pipe last Christmas, don’t get me started…’
Post by: loulou on February 05, 2006, 04:39:25 pm
Post by: oldspice on February 05, 2006, 06:35:47 pm
Post by: smurfboy on February 05, 2006, 06:38:02 pm
Post by: StrollingMinstrel on February 05, 2006, 06:38:11 pm
Thanks Smurfy... you must have known I was getting impatient for the next installment!
Post by: smurfboy on February 07, 2006, 05:41:33 pm
‘So’, said Father O’Mara smiling wryly, ‘are we ready to continue?’
‘Just one moment’. Rupert turned his gaze to Jocasta. Was it the same woman looking back at him now that he had worshipped with his entire being just moments ago? What secrets lay behind those eyes like swirling pools of the darkest chocolate?
‘I need to know Jocasta. Who is Don Miglione? And why would he send a gunman to your wedding?’
Although no physical harm had been done to her, Jocasta felt the pain of those words as if she were a pane of glass, shattering into a million shards from the impact of a large, dirty rock. Her wretched past that she had fought so hard to bury had risen from the grave and sat between her and Rupert at the altar. There was nothing Jocasta could say – except the truth.
‘I am not the woman I seem’, Jocasta began. ‘You see me here with full, bouncy, lustrous hair. But it wasn’t always this way. For years my hair was dangerously lacking in life. It hung limply around my face like a wilted cabbage. I had to do something, anything’. Jocasta paused and wiped her fevered brow, carefully so as not to smudge her flawless foundation. ‘It started off with one body wave. It was wonderful; at last I had the kind of root lift I’d only dreamed of. But I couldn’t stop. I was going back to the hairdressers more and more often. Soon I didn’t know what life looked like other than from under an overhead dryer’.
Rupert opened his lips as if to speak, but Jocasta’s pained glance silenced him. ‘People warned me the Mafia controlled the world of the body wave, but I didn’t listen. Then one day Salvatore Miglione appeared in the salon – and he wasn’t there for a conditioning treatment. He told me I could have any treatment I wanted for free, forever. I was desperate, I would’ve done anything; I had to say yes. But while my haircare might have been free, I’ve never been free since’.
If you want Rupert to marry Jocasta, call 0898 400 300 200 or text MARRY to 12345678.
If you want Rupert to leave, call 0898 567 876 345 or text DITCH to 12345678.
Post by: StrollingMinstrel on February 07, 2006, 05:51:10 pm
0898 400 300 200
Beep Beep... Beep Beep
MARRY
There's gotta be repercussions
Post by: oldspice on February 07, 2006, 06:03:44 pm
Post by: Cherry_Ripe on February 08, 2006, 01:53:04 pm
Post by: smurfboy on February 08, 2006, 01:55:07 pm
Post by: goldencup on February 08, 2006, 09:29:18 pm
Post by: smurfboy on February 08, 2006, 10:18:06 pm
Worldwide fame... who knew an innocent little romance would take me so far?
Post by: loulou on February 10, 2006, 01:49:57 am
Post by: oldspice on February 10, 2006, 06:57:50 am
Post by: loulou on February 10, 2006, 06:57:55 pm
Jocasta will turn out to be a man.Post by: loulou on February 12, 2006, 10:15:19 pm
Post by: smurfboy on February 12, 2006, 10:17:02 pm
Post by: loulou on February 12, 2006, 10:18:13 pm
Post by: StrollingMinstrel on February 12, 2006, 10:34:28 pm
I'm asking too!
Lou , you seem to be having a series of spooky coincidences tonight... I was thinking about puting in a request for more tonight... L,D & M that is!
Post by: loulou on February 12, 2006, 10:39:55 pm
Post by: smurfboy on February 13, 2006, 01:51:42 pm
'What a silly question', said Rupert, showing his perfectly white teeth as he beamed with happiness.
'Rupert?' gasped Jocasta, 'you mean...?'
'Yes Jocasta', smiled Rupert. 'I'll marry you, of course I'll marry you'.
No one could say where the applause began or who started it, but it took hold of the church as if a magic spell had been cast over it. Emilia dabbed her eyes with her antique lace handkerchief, no longer caring that her expensive mascara was running. Serafina forgot the pain of her earlier morning sickness, rose to her feet and unashamedly cheered for her sister. Cousin Hubert blew his nose loudly into a Handy Andy. Cuthbert wondered how much it would cost to get Regina's scarf dry cleaned.
'Then by the power invested in me, I now finally pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride'.
Were there really fireworks going off in the church? Or were they just part of the mosaic of emotions in Jocasta and Rupert's minds, as their bud of love finally blossomed into a full flower? It didn't matter. What mattered was that they were now Mr and Mrs Ellsworth-Symthe-Beaverington, and nothing could put them asunder.
'Can we get to the bloody reception now!' hissed Great Aunt Hortense at Frederick. 'My bag's nearly full up, if I don't empty it soon they'll need a boat to get down the aisle!'
Post by: goldencup on February 13, 2006, 04:17:16 pm
Post by: loulou on February 13, 2006, 10:24:58 pm
Post by: StrollingMinstrel on February 13, 2006, 11:25:32 pm