by Tweedle-Dee on Mon Dec 01, 2003 11:39 pm
This thread is getting to me; on Friday, I saw a Graduand on North Street wearing scarlet gown; a trifle pedantic, perhaps?
I should so like to hear the song, and its references to these fine gentlemen. I presume any verse about my humble self will have been scrubbed, since the rumours are patently incorrect.
I am not J.W.R.Potton (except for being him, obviously), and have never engaged in any homo-erotic fantasies about Messrs. Renouf or Blair, not solely because I am not inclined in such a fashion, but because one simply shouldn't.
I do know however of a certain Board member who couldn't take her eyes off Peter, or rather (rude thought considered unsuitable for such estimable company, involving one of Peter's eyes at least). I trust she will get over it one day, and she will stop looking at him like he's the guy off the porage ad'.
"If it can't be cured with either bacon fat or vinegar, it's not worth curing"