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Message for Sir Pete & Lord Lewis

WAKEY Author: posts : 13   (Beginner)Date : 01-15-04 13:06

Message for Sir Pete & Lord Lewis

Arise Sir Peter of Pamperovo

Tis I , Earl Wakey of Marston

May I offer you a hearty congratulation on being bestowed with the highest accolade from Lord Lewis, master of the realm.

I note in your commentary with my liege that you recommended humble accomodation for the Lords sherpa and servant, the lowly Beano.

Tis with this in mind that I also wish to locate my lackey and trusted ski waxer, Gay Gary of Duckworth.

I would be forever in your dept, if you could reserve a place ...
Arise Sir Peter of Pamperovo

Tis I , Earl Wakey of Marston

May I offer you a hearty congratulation on being bestowed with the highest accolade from Lord Lewis, master of the realm.

I note in your commentary with my liege that you recommended humble accomodation for the Lords sherpa and servant, the lowly Beano.

Tis with this in mind that I also wish to locate my lackey and trusted ski waxer, Gay Gary of Duckworth.

I would be forever in your dept, if you could reserve a place in said lodgings for my minnion.

I shall accompany Lord Lewis on the voyage to the principality of Pamperovo on the 24th day of the first month of year 2004.

The Royal party look forward to sharing a few fine goblets with your good self in the place known as Marconi.

Till we meet.

Earl Wakey.

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Pamporovo Pete Author: posts : 13   (Beginner)Date : 01-15-04 15:52

re: Message for Sir Pete & Lord Lewis

Sire,
I am beside myself with glee. Your news doth come to me like a message from an angel. My courtyard is but a humble setting compared to your realm, but your pitcher will be nought but full. I will have 3 bushel-bags full of culinary delights for my Leige, and Gay Gary will find we have room up the rear for him to enjoy.

May god be with you.

Sir Pamporovo Pete
WAKEY Author: posts : 13   (Beginner)Date : 01-15-04 16:39

re: Message for Sir Pete & Lord Lewis

Sir Pete

My cup runneth over. Hallelujah and welcome to the fellowship my good man.

I await with baited breath for the passing of 8 moons whence my regal foot shall be grounded on Bulgarian soil ( hopefully snow ) once more when hopefully our hearts shall beat as one.

I looketh forward to your presence, and the sharing of a foaming flagon of putrid ale.

Farewell

Earl Wakey.