tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post4325306061195462164..comments2023-10-17T12:05:26.540+01:00Comments on Razor-blade of Life: Z is a Lady who LunchesZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-34068353590596955192010-10-21T18:53:24.482+01:002010-10-21T18:53:24.482+01:00Remember? It's seared in my mind. Next time ...Remember? It's seared in my mind. Next time I see Rog, I'll certainly remember to ask "are you using your dictaphone in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?"<br /><br />They were very sweet and said they miss me leaping on the Maddermarket stage every month for the vote of thanks. I don't mind in the least if they mean because I used to look such an idiot.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-16524190082633891292010-10-21T18:36:06.758+01:002010-10-21T18:36:06.758+01:00Enjoy your lunch my dear. Come back with shocking ...Enjoy your lunch my dear. Come back with shocking tales.Roseshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07469442580348062913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-72896082184090587432010-10-21T09:45:36.571+01:002010-10-21T09:45:36.571+01:00A little reminder at your luncheon of Rog's di...A little reminder at your luncheon of Rog's dictaphone joke (remember?) should both lower the tone and maintain the sophistication.Christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14227767014123557100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-87618898078571419552010-10-21T08:28:17.604+01:002010-10-21T08:28:17.604+01:00If he tucks you under his arm while affectionately...If he tucks you under his arm while affectionately feeding you bits of cheese, don't take it amiss, then.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-50829418949303931182010-10-21T07:57:34.441+01:002010-10-21T07:57:34.441+01:00For 'you' read 'me'. I'm sure...For 'you' read 'me'. I'm sure he wouldn't mistake you.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08403853324345062446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-12422531786702157942010-10-21T07:56:53.078+01:002010-10-21T07:56:53.078+01:00I'm not sure he wouldn't mistake you for a...I'm not sure he wouldn't mistake you for a chicken - he certainly shooed me off yesterday with hand gestures one might make to a fowl.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08403853324345062446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-20343825838962429312010-10-21T07:48:34.703+01:002010-10-21T07:48:34.703+01:00Stale bread? Darling, I'm sure the Sage will ...Stale bread? Darling, I'm sure the Sage will not mistake you for a chicken. I've told him there's a pizza in the freezer and explained how to cook it, so fingers crossed.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-91238650076147226722010-10-21T07:37:42.443+01:002010-10-21T07:37:42.443+01:00I wonder whether the Sage will remember to offer m...I wonder whether the Sage will remember to offer me stale bread and cheese, or just merrily wave me goodbye, as he did the last time you weren't around at lunchtime.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08403853324345062446noreply@blogger.com