Empty bar

[Bar Wench]

Just enough already. 

[tel]

I wish we had a gale at work. 

Why?

To blow The Snot away... 

That's no way to talk about her.

[tel]

TMR - there's no-one here!

[The Moan Ranger]

TMR - there's no-one here!

And I'm off to a meeting about "asset lateralisation" now!   

[grumpyoldsoldier]

You can get ointment for that

[tel]

TMR - there's no-one here!

And I'm off to a meeting about "asset lateralisation" now!   

I prefer my assets to be left as they are.
Wenchy might be interested in having her assets lateralised though.

[Snoopy]

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer

The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"

There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer

Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"

Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

[The Moan Ranger]

I have another Asset lateralisation meeting from 1-2, then a phone conference on the subject from 4.30-5.00. This will doubtless run late and then I have to shoot home, put the DJ on and get up to the RAC at Woodcote for the dinner and MG Midget's after dinner speaking.

I think I will need a Young's to calm me down, so I may well pop into the local all DJ'd up. No laughing please.

[Nick]

 I have been invited (but can’t join) to a teleconference. I note that the agenda includes this item:

2. Establish meeting drumbeat (schedule)

WTF is that about.

And who is M.G. Midget?

[The Moan Ranger]

Sorry, Austin Healey. 

[tel]

Just made the mistake of going outside. Seemed fine at first, bit windy though. Then all hell broke loose, force 10 winds and horizontal rain. Am drying out now.
Hope it stops before attempting to reach the pub tonight, and I will not be DJ'd up.

[Nick]

Gale force here. WHole house rattling

[Bar Wench]

Just made the mistake of going outside. Seemed fine at first, bit windy though. Then all hell broke loose, force 10 winds and horizontal rain. Am drying out now.
Hope it stops before attempting to reach the pub tonight, and I will not be DJ'd up.

Why do I always pick that exact moment to go out!?!?

I am drenched. 

[Nick]

Drenchywenchy?

[Miss Demeanour]

I am safely tucked up at home , waiting for a delivery - so that is bound to happen 

Not even going to attempt going out......looks yucky