Now that the world has stopped dropping out of my bottom, and with one or two jobs firming up for later in the week, this morning seemed an opportune time to whip out my old throbber and give it a bit of a thrash.
Parked up in the sun, on the West Pier of our magnificent Royal Harbour, a couple of gentlemen of a certain age out for a stroll paused to admire my glistening pride and joy. The conversation turned to the state of the Thanet nation and one of the chaps, who had moved down from London recently, suggested that the Millionaires' Playground was looking a trifle run down. 'Where I live over on the West Cliff there are some lovely Georgian properties that would be worth a million if they were in England,' he opined.
Quite.
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Don't expect too solid prospects too soon.
I'm just happy to be holding on to what I've got.
"...an opportune time to whip out my old throbber and give it a bit of a thrash." Excuse me???
He's talking about his motorcycle, Mary.
I can tell you, from first-hand experience, that if he was talking about anything else, he wouldn't dare use the word 'throbber'.
"'Where I live over on the West Cliff there are some lovely Georgian properties that would be worth a million if they were in England,' he opined."
Many a true word spoken in jest. If it was that is.
Er..
...and yes, I was referring to my splendid old classic motorcycle. Can't think what else you could have imagined I was talking about.
Isn't innuendo just a wonderful thing. Thanks for the smile.
I find an innuendo always gives me a smile!
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