Griffin wrote:Comment is Free (fer onlee 30 cronan)
'ow did BB hever get thru parsport controll?
*Out of character for a minute*
It's so funny you should say that.
I have to say that I have been the benefit of incredible generosity from members of this discussion board and a heart felt thanks to you all. Griffin sent myself (and the Black Spot) a lovely lot of beer after out initiation ceremony at the Toadfish Monasatery. My family and I have been the guest of David H and wife and were wonderfully entertained and looked after in Herefordshire. Tigger sent me that beautiful 'Black Bart' coin a while ago. I also got a lovely pirate figure sent to me by one of the old members of the T.M. but I can't remember her name (it had a V in it).
Anyway, to get to the point...when I returned from holiday there was a card on the doormat saying a parcel had arrived and had been taken to the local Post Office. I turned up at the post office with my passport for identification and handed over the card. The lady behind the counter lifted up a very large parcel (about a foot and a half square) and looked at the address label...then she looked at my passport...
"You're not Bart", she said..."Oh yes I am", says I...hand reaching for my cutlass...
The parcel was addressed to Bart of course and I'm afraid that aint the name on me passport! She only believed me when I told her my correct post code...the cutlass slid back into the scabbard and she handed over the massive parcel.
When I got the parcel home and opened it I was quite literally staggered at the contents...it contained a gigantic metal tankard, a beautiful glass beer mug and a ton of sweets (and strangely, some dog biscuits)...
A million thanks to Mad Willlum Bonney.
The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.