Dorset blue cheese soup

[bamber]

You ate cheese, In Orly, Paris ? Do you love Roquefort?

Roquefort is better than Stilton, fact.

 

[bamber]

You think you see cheese, don't be so sure.

Edited August 27, 2018 by bamber

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

57 minutes ago, bamber said:

You ate cheese, In Orly, Paris ? Do you love Roquefort?

Roquefort is better than Stilton, fact.

 

Hello bamber,

No, our hotel was in Orly, but the horse racing event was in Paris. There's only one true time when I though 'that's it, I'm actually going to die now' and that was as the coach that had picked us up in Orly and taken us to the horse race. I remember, distinctly, thinking to myself, I'll not trouble my mates now by saying I'm very ill, I'll just have to die on them, and there's not much that I can do about it. As it happened I walked / staggered off the coach, saw a bush, went behind it and puked like I'd never puked before. Guess what happened next? I felt as right as rain, and went back on the sesh.

Just to add, since this is a kind of musically based forum - when I got in to the horse race place, The bloke singer from Simply Red walked straight past me .It was incredible to see because he had about 10 girls / ladies running after him in his wake. I recognised two of them as Tara Palmer Tomkinson (God rest her soul) and another lady, who's name escapes me now - she's a dyed blonde and has a daughter and rich parents - if that helps, or is of any use at all! 

I shouldn't actually go to the prix de l'arc de triomphe ever again. I've been three times in total, and each and every one of them nearly ended in my termination. Not that I'm exactly too bothered about that, if truth be known.

[bamber]

On 8/27/2018 at 5:40 AM, Yoghurt on a Stick said:

Hello bamber,

No, our hotel was in Orly, but the horse racing event was in Paris. There's only one true time when I though 'that's it, I'm actually going to die now' and that was as the coach that had picked us up in Orly and taken us to the horse race. I remember, distinctly, thinking to myself, I'll not trouble my mates now by saying I'm very ill, I'll just have to die on them, and there's not much that I can do about it. As it happened I walked / staggered off the coach, saw a bush, went behind it and puked like I'd never puked before. Guess what happened next? I felt as right as rain, and went back on the sesh.

Just to add, since this is a kind of musically based forum - when I got in to the horse race place, The bloke singer from Simply Red walked straight past me .It was incredible to see because he had about 10 girls / ladies running after him in his wake. I recognised two of them as Tara Palmer Tomkinson (God rest her soul) and another lady, who's name escapes me now - she's a dyed blonde and has a daughter and rich parents - if that helps, or is of any use at all! 

I shouldn't actually go to the prix de l'arc de triomphe ever again. I've been three times in total, and each and every one of them nearly ended in my termination. Not that I'm exactly too bothered about that, if truth be known.

Mick Hucknall. Could sing, kinda, a bit. Archetypal Champagne socialist. The ladies love him. Not without redeeming qualities, mostly bad though...

This one's aw'right.. in Cuba.

Avoid Race Meetings.

 

 

[guypjfreak]

The moldier the cheese the better