GO BACK IN TIME with Ringo11: story of the century!!
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I know i've done this one already........I love BUMPy cake!
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Speed BUMP
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BUMP and grind......the dance! (my friend has a sick mind over here! )
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bumping!
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BUMPer cars!
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Bumping it up!
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Bumpernickles
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BUMP x 10
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keep on bumping! we need tshirts that say that. I'm in Wales now, in Tywyn. On the 18th (yes, the special day) I'm travelling to London (SO not looking forward to hauling all my luggage on public transport!) where I'm gonna hang out for a while. So my big tour of Europe has come to an end, and BOY, what a trip. I am so exhausted right now, you wouldn't believe it. I just wanna sleep for weeks, but I won't. I may have run out of money, but museums and art stuff is free here, so it's off to see some serious modernism, hang out in a park or two, keeping an eye out for any particular topical, recently single, nearly 64 year olds I might happen accross anywhere (not likely) of course, and then eventually I'll need to get a job that pays (as much as I love writing, I also love eating and sleeping and getting places and all that). That's my bit for the evening, and it's nice to see we're still on the first page. Keep on bumpin'! Ta ra
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Nice to hear from you - glad you're doing OK. I have been checking now and then to see if this needed bumping but someone always beat me to it! Enjoy the rest of your trip! Julie
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Great to hear from you. I'm so happy you are having a "fab" time. If you do so happen to run into the best looking, newly single, sings like an angel, absolutely sexy, now 64 year old, give him a hug for me! Be safe and good luck on the job hunt!
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Bumpity bumpity bumpity bump!!!!! Getting near the bottom of the page! Julie
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hi ringo! It's good to hear from you! I'm glad you're having a good time! We'll keep this thread at the top! BUMP
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Rings!! What a very cool trip for you -- glad to be able to be part of it, in a very small way. I've been away quite a bit myself, so had definitely slacked at keeping up, but I keep loving what you're doing, so keep on, Lady. When can we anticipate any degree of staying in one place for awhile? I think it would have been a great birthday present for Sir to have had some excerpts for his birthday celebration, specially with things being so low key. Looking forward to hearing more from you.
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Happy Birthday Paul, and here's to staying in one place (with free internet). This is what you've all been waiting for, the next chapter in the story, the next episode in the epic, the cream on the cake, the nail in the wall... and all that. It's quite a big one too.
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SIXTY-NINTH INSTALMENT You cautiously turn over your card. Someone has to get a snap soon or you?ll both run out of cards. A touch of red, a heart, a face, a king, all register in a split second. Just as you drop the card on the pile and make to thump your hand down you hear a knock at the door. ?SNAP!!? ?Hold on, I?ll see who it is,? Paul says as he gets up off the floor. He peeks out the front window to make sure it isn?t anyone likely to cause trouble. ?It?s John,? he tells you and goes out to let him in. You watch the door while you listen to the sound of him entering the house, and John comes through followed by Paul, as though it were John?s house. ?Ooh! Who?s winning?? he asks when he sees the cards. ?Hi John,? you reply dryly. ?To what do we owe the pleasure?? Paul asks in his posh accent. ?I come with a proposition. I have got a bird,? he announces. ?Very nice,? from Paul. ?Yes?? you ask. ?She wants to go on a double date.? ?Ah,? from Paul. ?You want us to come,? you state. ?Well done, top of the class, lots of A?s and a gold star.? ?Can I have that in writing?? you retort. ?So waddaya say, kids?? ?Why us?? asks Paul. ?Why, who else but you?? ?Alright,? you say. Paul looks at you questioningly. ?Well, could be fun!? you decide. Paul shrugs. ?Where are we going then?? he asks. ?There?s a place on Gilpin Street, Lacy?s. Meet you there at one?? ?Yeah, go on then, why not,? Paul says. John leaves you to your card game, but you seem to have lost interest in snap. Paul suggests strip rummy, but you insist on playing with matchsticks again unless there?s a bottle of gin handy. There isn?t, so you spend the rest of the morning playing gin rummy with matchsticks. Before you go you both have a quick bath and dress up as nicely as possible, which under the circumstances, for you at least, isn?t really all that nicely, and involves the nasty balloon trousers you bought on your unexpected arrival. You catch the bus back into town and find Lacy?s Café on Giplin Street when John said it would be. There?s no sign of him inside, but you go in and find a table for four. The place is nothing fancy, and you don?t expect much of the food, specially for a vegetarian. You see a menu on the wall on the other side of the room and although you eyesight never won an award you can make out ?with chips? written beside most of the choices. Well, nothing wrong with chips, you think. After 20 minutes of waiting and politely smiling at the girl behind the counter, John and his bird turn up. ?Hullo,? Paul greets him. ?You did say one didn?t you?? ?Oh, did I?? John says innocently. He introduces you and Paul to his date, who goes by the name of Jenny, and you go and order. You have egg and chips, for lack of anything else not meaty, and the others have similarly chippy meals. The food is nice, and John behaves relatively well despite the occasional sarcasm and the odd sharp quip, usually aimed at Paul, who never seems to mind. The girl, Jenny, is nice. Too nice for John, and he knows it. She asks you the occasional polite question about where you?re from etc, but nothing too personal or too hard to lie about. You finish your mains and they boys buy everyone ice cream for desert. ?Okay,? Paul says when you?re all finished. ?What do you mean okay? The afternoon is still young!? John exclaims. He gets up, Jenny does the same, and Paul shrugs at you and follows. You follow them all out onto the street. ?Where to now then John?? you ask. He wiggles his eyebrows at you. ?I know this lovely cosy little bar,? he says. ?Oh sure, and your grandmother?s favourite cousin?s uncle twice removed runs it and won?t mind selling us drink I suppose,? you remark. ?Better,? he says, and winks. Again, you all follow him off down the road as if he?s the pied piper leading all the children out of town. When you get out of the central business district to an area with fewer shops and more houses, not to mention the occasional pub which you walk straight past, John finds a quiet spot and stops. You all gather round him expectantly, and with a certain amount of ceremony, he pulls out of his coat two bottles of gin in paper bags. ?Where did you get that load from?? Paul enquires. ?A bottle shop of course.? ?You couldn?t afford all that, and if you could they wouldn?t sell it to you anyroad.? ?Well that?s why I had to nick it, didn?t I.? ?Oh, alright. Give us one of them then,? Paul says as if he?s very used to John nicking stuff. John hands him a bottle, which he opens and takes a swig from. Pulling a face, he hands it to you while John opens the other bottle. You only hesitate slightly before taking a swig yourself. Usually you are more sensible, but today some of John?s daring (or foolishness) has rubbed off on all of you. Jenny seems to know more than you and Paul about John?s plans though. You continue on down the road, following John and taking turns at drinking from the bottles. After a while you stop feeling so cold, and not long after that you feel your hands go slightly numb. Your head seems to be fine though, since spirits doesn?t ever seem to effect your brain as fast as your body. Good thing he didn?t steal wine. You all walk along drinking, your jokes getting more frequent and your laughs getting louder. This is turning out to be more fun than you had anticipated. After what must have been quite a walk, none of which you really took in, John stops once again. ?This is it folks.? ?This is what?? you ask. ?This is our cosy little bar.? By this time you are quite drunk, so you take his word for it. ?Don?t worry, it?s been empty for months,? he explains. You realise he?s talking about the house you?re standing beside. It was once part of a row, all joined up, but now it has a gap on one side and a sort of an old stable on the other. There are boards over the dirty windows and one to nail the door shut. ?So how do we get in?? Jenny asks John. ?Ah,? he says mysteriously, and goes around the side with you all following. You stop where he does, and he points to a kitchen window at the back of the house where the boards have all fallen or been pulled off. ?Come on then,? he says, handing you his bottle.
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Ringo11:
Happy Birthday Paul, and here's to staying in one place (with free internet). This is what you've all been waiting for, the next chapter in the story, the next episode in the epic, the cream on the cake, the nail in the wall... and all that. It's quite a big one too.
Hi Ringo11, We've never met, but I've been lurking about your story for quite some time and patiently waiting for this chapter. You're a good writer. And congrats on your trip. It sounds wonderful. Thanks for the chapter! Peace and carrots, Erica
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wooo... you have excellent timing, my holidays have just started Thanks!
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HOORAY! our pages upon pages of "bumping" did not fail! thanks so much rings. needed that. indeed my summer has just begun
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Bad day at work Heatwave us Brits are not used to, especially stuck in an office! I seem to be the only one in the entire building without access to a fan! You have no idea how much this cheered me up! Thanks! Good to have the story back! Julie