(Warning: This may or may not be true)
My family has a long history of being involved in the making, distributing and selling of tea-sets. And because I was the first son (but second child) of a first son (but second child) of a first son (but second child), it was but natural that I would become a saucer-er*.
* If you don't know what that refers to....siiiiigh.
27.6.08
Friday Fun: Fact/Fiction
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and if your family didn't MAKE the tea sets but simply got them from the makers and distributed them, you could have been a sourcer-er... but no, you *have* to be the eighth son of an eighth son for that, i'm sure
I lurve Terry Pratchett too!!! (See I didnt need to be told what that was about) :D
Brinda, that was BRILLIANT! :)
brinda:
and another nice one. Methinks you need to be included in the Club of Bad Punners. Current members include TR, KM, Falstaff, and Space Bar. We occasionally get up to this. Interested.
shyam:
Pity Flaffy isn't around anymore. We'd have Pratchett Parties.
If your family made tomato sauce instead, would you be a saucer? ;)
You wouldn't be proper unless they made props, though.
Btw, what's all this about second sons of second sons? Eighth daughters too can become wizards. Says so in Equal Rites.
Lekhni:
They could be too. I was just referring to my own situation.
if you were doing susan cooper instead of TP, it'd need to be 7/7 and the tea sets would actually be Things of Power that will bring king arthur back.
not happening, is it? or is this just a sneaky way of saying you're holidaying in wales or cornwall or something?
thank you very much, but am i really worthy to join such wizards? but yes, would LOVE to know when you next get up to something similar!
Space!!!
Awwie, so it takes Pratchett to lure you out? Should've guessed. But you're here, and it makes up for rainy Friday afternoons.
And how did you get from saucers to Wales & Cornwall?
brinda:
You're showing early promise? Of course, membership would have to be ratified by all current members, under a 23-foot high oak tree, on the third full moon of the (lunar) year, while dressed in orange bellbottoms.
And that, I tell you, doesn't happen so often....I mean, Falsie in orange bellbottoms??
brinda:
Question marks seem to be playing around with me today. Do ignore their appearance/absence in the wrong places.
If I cant be a participant, can I be an onlooker, puhleese, when you have your punny parties? :)
shyam:
We are open-source club - anybody can apply. Must be able to come up with truly groan-worthy puns, though.
(I love it how I'm happily speaking on behalf of all the others!)
So that English uncle in your family - you know, the one who was knighted in 1873..who then deserted England and went over to France...and is said to have introduced your family's tea-sets to the French markets - was he ever affectionately referred to as Sir Kozy?
//bring it on, baby.
After re-reading my comment, I realized our home lacks a tea cozy. That and an evil butler.
km:
Actually, from France, he ended up going to China, because that's where they make the best...China.
lacks a tea cozy. That and an evil butler.
You mean you have a suit of armour standing by the fireplace, and two crossed broadswords on the wall?
And while he was in the Orient, he also learnt the art of great tea-set making. It was called T'cha I.
just for a second back there, i read that as evil butter. km should start keeping a dairy.
and does family history say if your aunt found it a strain-'er havin' to live with a man who demanded Chinese Breakfast tea for lunch?
(i dare any of you to come up with a more strained and groan-worthy pun!)
Ooo!long punny comments have begun. (say it really fast for best effect.)
tepid puns on an empty stomach.
just what the doctor ordered.
just what the doctor ordered
say you were only tea-sing?
omfg
Falsie in orange
Why pek oen me? Me, who is as Pu-erh as the driven snow. I suppose now you expect me to run through Yer-basic tea types and make puns about them, like I'm just Long Jing to do that, like years from now they'll be talking about how people cam, o, miles and miles to hear us make puns about tea, like people are actually going to put pointers to this post on their own blogs and all these darjee lings will give us some kind of satisfaction. Well, I say no. I say we call it a tie, gu an yin and forget about it.
Meanwhile, I can't believe we've got to comment 22 without anyone mentioning Wodehouse. What price the cow creamer? And has everyone forgotten about that place, what was it called, Tetley Towers?
Also, totally second SB on bringing King Arthur back. I can see it now. The whole family gathered around the round table: Arthur chats with Guinevere, Lancelot porc elain a cup of tea, the nurse cradles a baby and sings it a lapsong and when ??!'s ancestor arrives (km: are you sure it was Sir Kozy. You're sure it wasn't Earl Grey?) Arthur is so impressed with his heroism that he says "Neel! Giri-t hero! Be ye knighted one of my company and Brook no other Bond." And Sir Kozy - who, alas! speaks no English, only French - replying Kah wa?
P.S. Tea-hee!
woaw. you are a dude? Un. Expected. I am ALWAYS wrong about blogger genders.
and now that falstaff's nipped every tea pun in the bud, i guess i have to leaves this mad tea party and wait for the next pun fight...
Did you hear about Prince Charles' wife calling the IT help desk?
"Camilla Sin en sis, but my password doesn't work".
Sorry, sorry. I can't help it. It's a kind of say tannic possession.
damn! camillia sinensis would have made a perfect priestess of haiti who could have relieved you of any tannic possession...
this takes the cake for the worst post ever
:p
sau mei a worse set of comments.
/end obligatory appearance.
Pri:
You like? You said entertain na.
Sonia:
You weren't alone, dear. It was this thing y'know.
Anki:
'Worst post'? I'm assuming you mean the comments - nahin toh bahut lafda hoga boss.
TR:
You said it.
Falsie:
One of these days....
The question is 'do you have an apprentice?' ;-)
??!: What? I'm only Meissen about because you practically asked me to. That's me all over - Sevres before self.
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