tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post7220598084535964025..comments2023-10-29T01:27:50.286-07:00Comments on Mrs Pouncer's Counsel: GOOD MOURNINGMrs Pouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-87121515847809547512009-03-13T06:31:00.000-07:002009-03-13T06:31:00.000-07:00I have my bottom shaved at least once a week. It g...I have my bottom shaved at least once a week. It gives me a buzz.<BR/>SxMs Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449626572478125088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-63757800167063667062009-03-12T16:24:00.000-07:002009-03-12T16:24:00.000-07:00Hello, Frenchie, how nice! Of course, people besw...Hello, Frenchie, how nice! Of course, people beswarm me begging for style tips, and I am happy to oblige. D-B & M are a Danish company, and their gloves are to sigh for. I have 4 pairs, but they are fiendishly difficult to get hold of in the UK. I suggest you try net-a-porter.com in the first instance. Of course, I have a substantial private income, so the expense doesn't bother me, but if you are poor Dents of Piccadilly are a good alternative, and Jackson Freres of Reading (... AND WENDY WHERE ARE YOU??) carries their full range, including the velvet ones.<BR/><BR/>Kev, say it. Or do you want me to say it for you? Some men like salacious glove-talk, and I am happy to provide it. You know where I am.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-4745902130911427012009-03-12T15:49:00.000-07:002009-03-12T15:49:00.000-07:00There's a lot to be said for a woman in gloves. Bu...There's a lot to be said for a woman in gloves. But my blood pressure precludes my saying it.Kevin Musgrovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14472110857057175327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-33372789280835051092009-03-12T03:35:00.000-07:002009-03-12T03:35:00.000-07:00Glad you are not letting this period of grief affe...Glad you are not letting this period of grief affect your dress code. I must check out the glove supplier you mention - I adore wearing gloves.French Fancy...https://www.blogger.com/profile/04941577892849157015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-35875399971692565712009-03-11T11:14:00.000-07:002009-03-11T11:14:00.000-07:00Pat, she is a recluse. It is terribly sad. She doe...Pat, she is a recluse. It is terribly sad. She doesn't leave her humble flat (council) unless she really has to, and hasn't performed for over 20 years. Some people think her ill-advised affair with B. Forsyth threw her off kilter. Well, it would, wouldn't it?<BR/><BR/>Inky, is there a more exciting man than you in the ethersphere? If there is, I'd like to meet him, sit on the opposite banquette, let my skirt ride up, and suck a White Russian through a transparent straw. Just think about that edifying spectacle for a minute. That is my reward to you for being so gorgeous. Mwah mwah mwah.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-91497574586940029492009-03-11T07:07:00.000-07:002009-03-11T07:07:00.000-07:00"I am trying to rock a more fluffy look, but faili..."I am trying to rock a more fluffy look, but failing miserably." Well of course you are, you green-eyed vixen. Go with what god gave you and WEAR THE EMERALDS. And if sallow is an issue, then what else is fake tan for? (Yes, expensive fake tan, we both know that ferchrissake already.)xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-35403155615373563752009-03-11T04:56:00.000-07:002009-03-11T04:56:00.000-07:00Good for Kathy. I hope she's worn well.Good for Kathy. I hope she's worn well.Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01529798893653033970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-26425896083387405872009-03-11T04:13:00.000-07:002009-03-11T04:13:00.000-07:00Appalling. This is hardly the sort of rejoinder th...Appalling. This is hardly the sort of rejoinder that commends itself to me, Farrish. I was hoping to hear your thoughts on the bijoux, for example, or of your apprenticeship with the silversmiths of Tel Gezer, where Joshua ordered the sun to stand still.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-68036753240536064052009-03-11T02:46:00.000-07:002009-03-11T02:46:00.000-07:00Drones have no sting, they are defenceless, drawn ...Drones have no sting, they are defenceless, drawn incessantly to the honey. It is way outside my experience but I am led to understand that straightforward frilly knickers are the thing these days, perhaps Lord Numb should be told. He'd be like a bee up a drainpipe.Farrishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12382109935207786156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-38725006762805665602009-03-10T17:01:00.000-07:002009-03-10T17:01:00.000-07:00Yes, Isle of Wight Disease, MJ. Caused by a parasi...Yes, Isle of Wight Disease, MJ. Caused by a parasitic mite and quite lethal to hives and colonies. Characterised by lethargy and disorientation, and a desire to travel on a chain-ferry to Totnes. In its acute form, the afflicted become insufferably smug and make small ornaments from the coloured sands of Blackgang Chine.<BR/><BR/>Gadjo, big round furry bottoms. I just had to repeat that because I cannot imagine where Scarlet is. Not that she HAS a BRFB, but because it's the sort of feed-line that pulls in her vulgar rejoinders. No, wait, I remember now: she's at the seaside. Let's hope it's not Ventnor Sands; we don't want her contracting Isle of Wight disease.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-40182830991684966832009-03-10T16:42:00.000-07:002009-03-10T16:42:00.000-07:00Boyo dear, you know me well enough by now to guess...Boyo dear, you know me well enough by now to guess that my collection of tails is comprehensive, to say the least. And as for my willingness to hop, well, just make me.<BR/><BR/>Kevin, your skill as an apiarist knows no bounds, and I salute you. I see you in full protective wear, heavily veiled and with a mysterious aerosol in your trembling hand. However, I can't imagine what you don for bee-work. Do enlighten us.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-15883929527715677112009-03-10T16:04:00.000-07:002009-03-10T16:04:00.000-07:00Hello, Pat. Kathy Kirby is alive and well and livi...Hello, Pat. Kathy Kirby is alive and well and living in Hounslow. Of course, I use the phrase "alive and well" and the word "Hounslow" advisedly, knowing that it doesn't sit easily.<BR/><BR/>Inky, the emeralds are nice, they are impressive, but they don't suit me. I have green eyes, and the whole effect is quite witchy. I am trying to rock a more fluffy look, but failing miserably.<BR/><BR/>Scarly, I will have to think about it. You have met me, so you KNOW how it looks. My bunny ears are black patent leather, more suited to my sallow skin and melanic bouffant, as I'm sure you agree. You have a rosier, healthier vibe, and should stick to the more acceptable pink satin with white velvet inserts. <BR/><BR/>Jimmy Bastard, how gorgeous you are! I spent some time in a low bar in Stockwell Street this week, and felt your presence. Or something.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-76357508621413818552009-03-09T23:37:00.000-07:002009-03-09T23:37:00.000-07:00Yes, I've also always admired the bee, and especia...Yes, I've also always admired the bee, and especially the bumble bee with its nice big round furry bottom. Get Kevin there, putting up nest boxes for them, now that's positive.Gadjo Dilohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08998278830936531990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-29691255102929456642009-03-09T20:46:00.000-07:002009-03-09T20:46:00.000-07:00Isle of Wight disease?Isle of Wight disease?The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-10042569101186129192009-03-07T11:49:00.000-08:002009-03-07T11:49:00.000-08:00I can't for one moment imagine you twitching your ...I can't for one moment imagine you twitching your nose and eating carrots. Eschew the bunny ears milday!<BR/><BR/>One should be kind to bees. I've spent the past week setting up nest boxes for bumblebees and mason bees (the garden's too small for a hive and the fruit trees need a hand).Kevin Musgrovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14472110857057175327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-68409912375198235252009-03-07T09:08:00.000-08:002009-03-07T09:08:00.000-08:00Bunny ears alone mean nothing to the true deviant,...Bunny ears alone mean nothing to the true deviant, Mrs P. You need the tail and willingness to hop.No Good Boyohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05859104068516964533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-3324219073290455122009-03-06T10:09:00.000-08:002009-03-06T10:09:00.000-08:00I know of one man you please whenever you appear.M...I know of one man you please whenever you appear.<BR/><BR/>Moi.Barlinniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07555629852012324360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-64828672572557725252009-03-06T08:24:00.000-08:002009-03-06T08:24:00.000-08:00how can one please a man?Honestly Mrs P, I'm sure ...<I>how can one please a man?</I><BR/><BR/>Honestly Mrs P, I'm sure you know how! And I'm deeply smitten by the idea of you wearing your bunny ears... Can I borrow them?<BR/>SxMs Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449626572478125088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-84356611946762330602009-03-06T03:07:00.000-08:002009-03-06T03:07:00.000-08:00*Yellow* sapphires?? My dear good woman, where are...*Yellow* sapphires?? My dear good woman, where are the emeralds?xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-28334275010664000092009-03-05T16:06:00.000-08:002009-03-05T16:06:00.000-08:00Could you not scan the photo of your mother and po...Could you not scan the photo of your mother and post it? If I can anyone can.<BR/>Well done on keeping up appearances - it's a good example pour les autres.<BR/>I love getting those blasts from the past. Whatever happened to Kathy Kirby - at one time the poor man's Marilyn.<BR/>I wonder if your father had the date his suits were made sewn into his jackets like cousin Harold did. He would show us with great pride and one would choke on great wafts of pipe tobacco and wonder if, in their long life, they had ever been dry cleaned.<BR/>Probably not.Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01529798893653033970noreply@blogger.com