tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107938531564502891.post1146004425541321012..comments2024-03-17T02:41:38.595+00:00Comments on The Ragged Society of Antiquarian Ramblers: The Ragged Greenhorns & Antiquarian StriplingsThe Ragged Society of Antiquarian Ramblershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512955306646644472noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107938531564502891.post-17228246978119417632012-07-23T15:32:40.458+01:002012-07-23T15:32:40.458+01:00I'm not alone in maintaining that 29 is too yo...I'm not alone in maintaining that 29 is too young for "flasking-up", have always said so. As well as the potential dangers, which may manifest in later life, there's also a simple question of appreciation: the palette simply isn't developed enough for the subtleties of drizzle, Earl Grey variants, not to mention the world of good shag. Too, too young. Before 35's a waste of time.Major Hodgeforth (Retired)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107938531564502891.post-65643668404145951382012-07-23T09:41:33.457+01:002012-07-23T09:41:33.457+01:00Why, that's young Ellis! Used to board with hi...Why, that's young Ellis! Used to board with his great grandfather, Ted. Recognise those lugs anywhere!Tarquin Bull-Merdehttp://tarquinbullmerde.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107938531564502891.post-32257130096480311882012-07-22T09:18:28.572+01:002012-07-22T09:18:28.572+01:00Ahh yes. I remember my first steaming hot mug of t...Ahh yes. I remember my first steaming hot mug of tea. In those days it was in the Weedy Shack at the bottom of Bulwer Rants garden. After seven nights in the sweat shack with nothing but a copy of the Boys Book of Knowledge to sustain me, the local WI cleansed me with carbolic soap before dressing me in my very first tweed suit. <br /><br />Happy days!Many Coatshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05732551151566260424noreply@blogger.com