While I'm here I might as well blog this...
Grumpy's mum, The Busy Walker, has a friend over here in the lovely WA metrop for a week or so on some quiltin' safari. These crazy old biddies and their quilts! So The Busy Walker thought it might be nice if Grumpy and I got together with the friend while she was here. I don't mind some of TBW's mates and I said, "Sure, why not!"
[I said it, I didn't ask it.]
Grumpy, as could be expected, grumpled about this. "Bloody hell, we'll be having to listen to her communist manifesto all evening!" This particular friend is known for bulldozing her mates into various causes and issues. But what the hell, they have fun.
I could barely contain my delight when the friend rang this evening to dictate, er, arrange logistics for our Friday catch up. We'll pick her up from her hotel. The name of this fine establishment? The Good Earth.
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I have a friend that stayed at the Good Earth and it is not as Good as it's names suggests. It is one of those quality establishments where you order 'room service' and they call you to tell you when you can pick up your meal from reception.
Ah the delights of days lost in the calming depths of big brown bottle of Purple Drank.
I've heard rumours re the not-so-Goodness of The Good Earth, Spud.
Welcome to the blog, Jack and, er, thanks for the link. What a top name. Purple Drank AND Jack Dorf.
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