Full Moon Arising?

[stewey]

Does anyone think that there may be one tonight illuminating the grounds of AB Stalag 13; eerily glinting off the razor-topped perimeter fence, and turning the meandering alley ways into shadowless playpens of mayhem? What doth the night have in store?

[stewey]

Fine then; if nobody wants to talk to me I'll saunter off for a few wobbly-pops. The tripwires are set and the Welsh Corgies are patrolling the fence on a varying schedule. TTFN.

[Aprilis]

Commander Stewey I have been all around the grounds of this here Stalag and I've seen beggar all. Not an ounce of mayhem here tonight. I would check your sources again Commander, it seems you have been fed duff information. I was armed to the teeth and ready for action too. All that adrenaline pumping through me and for what? You got me all alert for nothing Sir.....AND I nicked my chin on the razors peering over the perimeter fence. D'oh!

All is quiet and peaceful on the AB front so I'm signing off duty and retiring to my bivvy for a nice cup of cocoa and a bit of shut-eye.....just the one eye though, in case any n'er-do-wells think they can catch me off guard.

I shall report to your tent at 08:45 hrs for the usual debriefing Sir ;-)

[stewey]

Nice to hear from you, Colonel Aprilis; where have you been? Don't see your name here much anymore. This place is not as much fun as it used to be is it?

[Aprilis]

Hello Commander Stewey Sir. You're absolutely right, you don't see my name on here much these days. That's because I tend to creep in camouflaged and under the cover of darkness. I do creep out from behind the bushes once in a while though. When I can be @rsed that is as you are dead right, it's become rather boring recently. I got cheesed off with the over-zealous banning of Qs some time back. Took all the fun of the site away so it did. That and the witch-hunts.

Still like to peep in now and then to see how things are going on the B&S block of Stalag AB and and read the funny posts. I thoroughly enjoy the humour of the wittier ABers....such as your good self of course!

By the way, when I was on patrol in the wee small hours of this morning those damned Corgies were asleep. Useless they were, useless I say Sir. I poked them with the barrel of my rifle and got no response whatsoever. Fat, lazy mutts. I'd have got more help from a glove puppet. They can forget about going to Buck House to have tea with the Windsors' Corgis in future. All those scones they get fed by the Monarch...it's not cricket you know. The Queen may wish to indulge her own mollycoddled lap dogs but how can I rely on the AB Corgis when they are stuffed full of such frivolous fancies? I need them to be kept sharp and alert. I may have to give serious consideration to trading them in for a couple of Pomeranians and a Bichon Frisee. Tut, tut.