While all along pretending to be submissive of course.
While all along pretending to be submissive of course.
While all along pretending to be submissive of course.
Couldn't have said it better myself.I like It because it is full of fun , interesting people. with stimulating interests
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we could get together at an English Pub (I'm American, but I think of meeting at an English Pub) drinking some warm English ale, and having a chat. I think it would be fun.
And a lovely neighborhood it is too. That was a great post, Jon. And as a fellow American, I too think a CF gathering at a nice English pub much more appealingly than an American corner bar.
International travels? That is SO 2019!Nice post, John. This is our community.
Some of us have been lucky enough to do just that - the Red Lion in Westminster has become an unofficial meeting place for several of us on our international travels, and very nice it is too to meet up in person over a pint
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the Red Lion in Westminster has become an unofficial meeting place for several of us on our international travels, and very nice it is too to meet up in person over a pint
Yeah, it's a bit hard to see myself getting back there any time soon, more's the pity. Good spot though.International travels? That is SO 2019!
Given it's Barb, I suspect the whole thing's a sting and she's about to be hauled off to jail for membership in a proscribed website...ANYONE WHO WISHES TO CONTINUE THIS OR ENTER A COMMENT, PLEASE DO
I have no doubt that you would look alright if I could meet you in person. But yes, you did overdress since you weren't in your favourite outfit as we've all become familiar with from your signature / profile imageDid I look alright? Did I overdress?
I knew I was late
A cane you say...See above...In my haste I nearly bumped into and bowled over a woman with a cane.
Don't worry, very shortly you'll be underdressed...Did I overdress?
So Tree couldn't make it....straight on and to the left,
What if it's not just about Barb, .... the whole thing is just a huge honeypot and 'They' want to round up all of those perverts in one fell swoop!Given it's Barb, I suspect the whole thing's a sting and she's about to be hauled off to jail for membership in a proscribed website...
What if it's not just about Barb, .... the whole thing is just a huge honeypot and 'They' want to round up all of those perverts in one fell swoop!
(for whatever plans theymight have ....)
Indeed - they're just waiting until everyone's gathered to swoop in and start cuffing folk.What if it's not just about Barb, .... the whole thing is just a huge honeypot and 'They' want to round up all of those perverts in one fell swoop!
(for whatever plans theymight have ....)
I have no doubt that you would look alright if I could meet you in person. But yes, you did overdress since you weren't in your favourite outfit as we've all become familiar with from your signature / profile image
I don't know what you're going on about here, but this is what Bob and I saw when we went to the Red Lion a couple of years ago (I'm sure this is what we saw, right? ).I knew I was late as I crossed Parliament Street and headed down Derby Row to the entrance of Westminster’s Red Lion pub. In my haste I nearly bumped into and bowled over a woman with a cane. Not only was I in a hurry, but I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off the grandiose beaux arts style facade of the narrow corner establishment’s late 19th century facade, embellished with a row of eye catching red-blooming flower boxes lining the front.
I stopped in front to catch my breath and settle the butterflies in my stomach. This was it. I was about to attend a gathering of friends I knew online, but whom I had never met in person. What would this be like? I couldn’t help but feel the same nervous apprehension one might feel before attending a class reunion.
The doubts surfaced. Did I look alright? Did I overdress? It being a brisk autumn day, I had worn my green sweater dress, for a bit of warmth, and heels, my long hair hanging free on my shoulders and back.
Maybe I should have tried for a more casual look?
Making my way inside, I had to adjust to the relatively dimly chandelier-lit interior, and to the smell of polished mahogany wood. The place was cozy and ornately appointed ... with a patterned ceiling and lots of etched glass, along with portraits of famous people behind the bar.
I must have looked a bit dazzled and confused, but then I noticed that the barman had fixed me in his gaze and was signaling me over with a wink and a nod.
I walked over, a bit uncertain and head cocked to one side quizzically.
“Might you be Ms. Moore?” he asked.
“Why yes. That would be me.”
“Thought so, as you fit the description Bobinder left with me. Said you’d be along shortly, and to watch for a Yank with brown hair and eyes.”
“Yes, I’m here for a gathering.”
“Indeed, the Cruxforums crowd, right?”
“Um, yes. I’ve heard them mention that word. What does it mean?”
“Nothing really. You have to be one of the group to know.”
“I see. Well, Ms. Moore, you’ll find them all gathered in the back room, straight on and to the left, if you please.”
“Thanks so much.”
“Pleasure.”
And so I followed his lead, ducked around a corner and pushed my way through a double door, behind which I could hear the buzz of animated conversation, peals of laughter ... general merriment.
I entered, and a sudden hush swept through the room.
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I don't know what you're going on about here, but this is what Bob and I saw when we went to the Red Lion a couple of years ago (I'm sure this is what we saw, right? ).
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Nonsense. You know the English and their penchant for the rules of society. Those girls were probably caught jaywalking against the lights or something.Yep, that looks like the place. It’s a wonder it hasn’t been closed down.
Nonsense. You know the English and their penchant for the rules of society. Those girls were probably caught jaywalking against the lights or something.