tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215006984353817373.post6003677268489647646..comments2024-03-29T00:09:28.302+00:00Comments on 99% is ....... The Barnet Eye: Barnet Blogger Mrs Angry is nominated for The Orwell PrizeRog Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08139705078907584931noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215006984353817373.post-36984212171017338382012-02-11T11:38:49.199+00:002012-02-11T11:38:49.199+00:00yes, thanks Morris, but I haven't done anythin...yes, thanks Morris, but I haven't done anything yet ... Mr Mustard: I see you have taken a detailed interest in Pandora's pastimes. It's good to keep up with new blogs, though, isn't it? Dear me. Might have to introduce more sporting activities into mine.Mrs Angryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00586223909475832791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215006984353817373.post-64709773025540867822012-02-11T11:12:31.385+00:002012-02-11T11:12:31.385+00:00Well done Mrs Angry. Hope you go all the way (so t...Well done Mrs Angry. Hope you go all the way (so to speak!).Morris Hickeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14099635989949105753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215006984353817373.post-67168205926253951242012-02-10T23:01:29.013+00:002012-02-10T23:01:29.013+00:00Quite seriously Roger is absolutely correct. We al...Quite seriously Roger is absolutely correct. We all have our own areas of interest (no, not those) and naturally we all want to be the first with the bad news (actually we would all rather there wasn't any so we could get on with our lives) but be warned it is all for one and one for all when it concerns the famous five barnet bloggers.Mr Mustardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12522242686839965655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215006984353817373.post-42504652429889490782012-02-10T22:58:35.258+00:002012-02-10T22:58:35.258+00:00I played table tennis at county level and never we...I played table tennis at county level and never were we taught to use a table tennis bat like I have seen today Mrs Angry.<br /><br />Luckily red cheeks don't do it for me or the next council meeting would be very interesting.Mr Mustardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12522242686839965655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215006984353817373.post-32986513742748935452012-02-10T17:14:58.965+00:002012-02-10T17:14:58.965+00:00... and baarnett: I hope you haven't been spe...... and baarnett: I hope you haven't been spending the afternoon with Pandora, like Mr Mustard?Mrs Angryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00586223909475832791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215006984353817373.post-48216751223209620642012-02-10T17:13:04.856+00:002012-02-10T17:13:04.856+00:00oh, that's really kind of you: actually this i...oh, that's really kind of you: actually this is just the entry stage & I am sure the end of it all. It's true though, that I started this for personal reasons, and now look: I can't stop. I look on it as my Big Society contribution, and my civic duty. And a form of revenge, which is shameful.Mrs Angryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00586223909475832791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215006984353817373.post-83400503350718516272012-02-10T17:12:41.840+00:002012-02-10T17:12:41.840+00:00The Famous Five:
Well, if Dame Angry of Finchley ...The Famous Five:<br /><br />Well, if Dame Angry of Finchley <i>does</i> get the gong, she can make the other four of you a slap-up tea, with all the trimmings.<br /><br />"Well I never — if it isn't Mr Mustard!" Mrs Angry exclaimed. "How's that web research you were doing, with Norton Parental Control turned off? All the better for having got rid of us for the afternoon, I'll be bound," she added, with a twinkle in her eye.<br /><br />"My Freedom of Information requests are right as rain," said Mr Mustard. "No-one can beat you though, Mrs A; you're the tops!"<br /><br />"Get away with you," she replied. "Now, sit yourselves down, and mind Vicky doesn't wolf all the cake."<br /><br />"As if we'd let her," exclaimed Roger, helping himself to an egg sandwich. "Ooh — these sandwiches are just the way I like them; cut nice and thin, and simply chock-full of egg."<br /><br />.<br />The bloggers helped clear away the tea-things, and then Roger proposed a game of Charades, before Mr Reasonable had to catch the bus home. This suggestion met with general approval, but Mr Mustard asked to be excused. "I have something to do," he said, and refused to say a word more. He slipped off upstairs, followed by Mrs A, who padded silently after him like a shadow. Vicky frowned, wondering what they was up to, but she soon forgot her concerns as a hilarious game of Charades got underway. It lasted for ages, until Mr Reasonable got into such a muddle trying to mime "neutrinos" that the game ended in utter confusion — or "fusion" as Roger remarked with a grin. What a lark!baarnetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12301292285255035403noreply@blogger.com