Minutes
From The Formal Dinner Meeting Of
The British Association Who Are Rather Fond Of Bread And Crossbows.
The dignitaries entered the room in their pre-determined order in a timely
fashion. All but little Wiggins, who was approximately 13 seconds late
and entered the room using his left hand to open the door. Such dastardly
behavior is indicative of Wiggie's temperament. We all remember the upturned
collar incident of '18 which resulted in many a stifled cough, and caused
one lady to swoonette (a less severe, more lady-like form of swooning).
Once we were all seated, the honor roll was called for the leading heads
of the association:
'Sir Charles Winkbottom', 'Duke Derek Dickens', 'Gordon Bennet', 'Major
Hugh Jenormous' and the right honorable 'Lady Babs McMackleman'.
After the minutes of the last meeting had been read, and the mandatory
joke about keeping the British end up had been made (this time with regards
to camping in the Lake District) We continued on to the meal...
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...enjoyed by all. However when the official 'bill' was brought to her
Ladyshipshireness for the official seal of approval, it was noticed that
some dicey fellow had purloined an extra appetizer. Such epic Caddishness
had never graced the society before, and so to show the association how
thoroughly displeased we were, we took Wiggins' manservant out back and
shot him in the stomach with our crossbows, attached his entrails to McMackleman's
pony, Housemaker, and rode his corpse out into the wilds of Manchester.
All in all a thoroughly tooting hurrah-perrific meeting.
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