Hallelujah. Raffle Nights 2014 begin.

HERE WE GO AGAIN PATRONS IT’S OUR FIRST RAFFLE NIGHT OF 2014

I HOPE EVERYONE HAD A GREAT AND SAFE CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEARS

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2013 WHILE DISAPPOINTING THAT LABOR LOST POWER WE CAN TAKE SOME COMFORT THAT IN THE LAST POLLS OF THE YEAR A DEFINITE SWING AWAY FROM THE IDIOT AND HIS RABBLE.

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SO CHINS UP AND LETS HOPE THE SLIDE CONTINUES ALL THE WAY TILL HIS GLORIOUS DEFEAT AT THE NEXT ELECTION.

4f90d60620166Ahh Julia!   IF Only?

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WE DID

YOU WILL BE PLEASED TO HERE THAT DUE TO THE STERLING EFFORTS FROM EVERYONE HERE $750.00 WAS DONATED BY THE PATRONS OF “THE PUB” TO THE SIPPY DOWNS ANIMAL REFUGE TO HELP THEM OUT THIS YEAR. WELL DONE EVERYONE.

CK WATT IS BACK IN ACTION AGAIN FOR THE RAFFLES SO JUMP IN AND GRAB YOUR NUMBERS. GOTTA BE    INITTOWINIT.

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HAVE A GOOD TIME ALL AND GOOD LUCK.

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367 thoughts on “Hallelujah. Raffle Nights 2014 begin.

  1. A busy dragon is a happy dragon.

    Will we have more gossamer draperies fluttering around at The Pub? 😉

  2. Indeed it would, Puffy!

    You might even let me be your crool editor … cos mankini knows I’ve had enough practice.

  3. The brief was to write a 500 word beginning of a story with the first sentence supplied as
    “Take me with you”, she said, “I promise to try harder this time.”

    “Take me with you”, she said, “I promise to try harder this time.”

    The deep blue eyes looked earnestly from behind the curtain of the golden fringe, the long glossy hair tinged with the red dust of the plains. Her skin was a light golden brown, Mira smiled at the youngling, remembering her own youth, and the first urges to hunt.

    Gilda held Myra’s gaze. The leader of the Palomino clan saw the hint of the woman this girl-child would become, and knew that protecting her was no longer possible.

    “Saddle your horse, Gilda. Learning is sometimes best in the doing,”

    Gilda smiled. Myra felt a surge of warmth tingle her spine, her mouth tasted of roasted sugar-cane, fresh spring water and ripe berries. The heady scents of meadow flowers and rich spice cakes, the sound of wind in wet green leaves, the song of tiny birds; Mira was buffeted by them all. She looked sharply at Gilda, who stood with a confused look on her face.

    “Saddle your horse, Niece; we will talk of this later. Don’t be afraid, your time has come a bit early, that’s all. I went through this, as did your Mother, your sister maybe; your brothers will not.”

    The twin moons of their planet rose in the sky. The sun would fall below the horizon very soon. The violet light that came after moon-rise and sun-drop brought out the best game, Fat-Tailed Berets from underground, nimble Fawns and feathered Qwowls. The soft light, free of drying, heat stirred both the hunters and the hunted. Some, like the protein and liquid rich humans, were one and both.

    They entered a forest of grey leaved trees, and tough grasses. Myra dismounted and signaled Gilda to follow her as she crept along the ground, with silent footsteps. Beyond a small rise in the ground a Beret munched on the tasty base of a strap-grass plant. Its grey fur covered a solid round body and short powerful digging limbs. Gilda watched in awe as Myra gave a swift turn of her leather sling and the Beret fell dead, the stone blinking out its simple life. Gilda moved forward but Myra grabbed her, motioning silence. They froze as a large lizard-creature ambled its six-legged way to the Beret. Rearing on its hind legs it would be the height of Myra, and its teeth were sharp. Myra selected a poisoned tipped arrow and notched her bow.

    The lizard heard the soft click of the arrow and looked towards them. Suddenly a blur of brown-grey fury hurtled forward. Gilda felt fear, but this gave way to anger at this creature which was stealing their food and threatened to make them part of its feast. Her rage welled up. Between strides, the animal exploded. Red blood, pink flesh and stinking entrails splattered trees and the ground in a circle of gore.

    Horrified, Gilda looked at Myra.

    Gilda heard the words, even though her Aunt’s lips never moved.
    “Yes, Niece, you did that.”

  4. Paddy,
    Search “mankini borat” on Google images and you will see what I mean.

    It was a sort of joke between Puffy and me about the craft activities we engage in in the Secret Cellar.

    As for the use of the term in my last comment – just seemed like a good idea at the time (and I vaguely remember the outcome of Spike Milligan’s using THAT particular excuse!).

  5. Puffy,
    Oops, forgot a caveat – moi doesn’t do scifi!

    However, if you still want me to fling my unavailing darts into your dragon hide, I’ll do my best – and you have my email … (geez, is this safe? Should I be cuddling up to Bushfire Bill in the hope that Cozzie will protect me? Or maybe Ned and Syd are a more formidable duo … ?)

    *ahem*

    Goodnight, all.

    See you on the sunny morrow.

    Going by this evening’s forecast, I will be moderately sane for the next three days. Thereafter, I’m not answerable for anything.

  6. Puffy and Fiona,
    Cellar- morriscum- mankini : Ed Adgar Poe just another brick in the wall with a cask of Amontillado

    By Emerson Lake and Palmer (not Clive)

  7. Paddy,
    So you should!

    Mind you, we have an amazing range: various colours, not to mention the fibres:

      silk
      cotton
      wool
      astrakhan
      barbed wire (for important customers only)

    Most are woven, knitted, or crocheted. We also have a select choice of macramé mankinis. Then, of course, there is our even more select numbers of barbed/razor wire ones for the truly special customer.

    Our clientele would probably not surprise you, but let me assure you that they consider themselves among the not-on-the-government-tit élite (but they would say that, wouldn’t they?).

    According to our market research, they – well, almost all – come from the VERY best South Australian families.

    Please feel free to contact Puffy and/or moi to place your order at your convenience.

  8. Fiona

    If you are still here? It went v. quiet after the draw and I was waiting for CTar1 to come back to hear the good news I thought I may have probs this end but all seemed OK so I tested and voila everyone had run away, so I went for a walk with OH.

    And my parents always said I was very tryingly testy but they loved me anyway!!!!

  9. CK Watt looks like I got here too late for the draw. ah well maybe next week.
    Congratulations Puffy, as a fantasy fiction reader over the years, I fell straight into your story and it felt right.

    Congratulations also to Mr and Mrs Brianmc

  10. CK,
    Although it may not always be apparent, Joe6pack keeps an (JackaB)Eagle Eye on The Pub: few things escape his detection.

    I’m sure he will know how and where to hunt down the errant CTar (probably frivolling around with family AGAIN) and will get the appropriate request.

    I won’t do the trite thing of “of course your parents loved you” because sometimes parents are really strange – but I’m glad they appreciated your worth, and I hope you and OH had a pleasant walk. Given Perth’s forecast for tomorrow, I hope you have somewhere well-sheltered to chill.

    The temperature outside has allegedly fallen below that of my hellhole study, so I think I shall go to bed.

    Goodnight, fellow Pubsters.

  11. msadventure

    I did note you as M i A but there where quite a few other M i A as well so it left me uncertain who to put in who to leave out etc. So I thought it best for those that were here to just leave it as is.

    I think the best way around the problem of peeps being unable to make it on time is to allow proxy’s (i.e. ask someone else to pick your numbers during the request period). Personally I think that should be done during the day on friday and a missive from your mother, doctor or lawyer explaining your absence will need to be produced on request.

    Any thoughts or ideas; Joe6p, Fiona or anyone else?????????

  12. CK
    Rather than a note from my Ma can I just claim misadventure kept me from casting my bets on your wheel of fate?

    If I think I won’t be able to get to the Pub on time may I place my request in the early morning with one of the staff, if that is acceptable to the boss.

  13. msa

    Sounds like a plan to me. We’ll see what Joe and Fiona think.

    Just a couple more thoughts on the process.

    The idea of a pub raffle is that people need to be here on the day, but I know a lot of our regulars are over the road fighting the good fight and seemingly doing a good job and are also on other sites givin’ em’ hell and to me that’s okey dokey. Also there are several different time zones in operation at the mo’ which adds to the confusion.

    So to my mind if anyone who can’t make it could pop in during the day and ask someone to be your proxy that’s cool. I sometimes don’t have time to trawl through all the posts to pick up any early requests so this way it makes sure you are in the draw.

    Anyone care to comment?????

  14. probably frivolling around with family AGAIN

    I was. Those who flip and fly have gone.

    Last night an old fashioned and long established Steakhouse restaurant in the City with OH’s mother.

    She stole most of the beans that were served as my side-plate.

  15. And from the Land of the Free –

    Have a look at this amazing ice tsunami in action.
    http://americablog.com/2014/01/slow-motion-ice-tsunami-video.html
    The long time lead of conservatives in the US is slowly being eroded.
    http://thepoliticalcarnival.net/2014/01/10/more-identify-as-liberals-leaving-conservatives-with-smallest-advantage-in-20-years/
    Some good cartoons on Chris Christie’s bridge troubles.
    http://thepoliticalcarnival.net/2014/01/10/cartoons-of-the-day-chris-christie-speaks/

  16. CK…the wireless internet we have here goes ratshit fri’s around 6.30 – ?..I don’t know why fri’s..except that the traffic gets so much heavier..or the wind musses the wireless waves about or sumfin’…
    I’m lucky just to get on the Pub those nights!

  17. [Have a look at this amazing ice tsunami in action.]
    Confuses the hell out of the climate deniers though

  18. puffy
    If you are around – congratulations on your excellent news. You are going to a very busy dragon. Well done!

  19. The Idiot and Mad Dog Morrison give the world yet another reason to hate us.

    UN warns Australia over reported refugee boat push-backs
    The UN refugee agency Friday warned that Australia could be breaking international law, amid reports that it pushed back to Indonesia boats carrying asylum-seekers……………………………….
    ………………………………………….
    Any such approach would raise significant issues and potentially place Australia in breach of its obligations under the 1951 Refugee Convention and other international law obligations,” he added.

    http://www.globalpost.com/dispatch/news/afp/140110/un-warns-australia-over-reported-refugee-boat-push-backs

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