The Amanda Ann Family Show Spring Special 2014

"What-ho!  Spring is here!  Happy Easter and all that.  Looking forward to spending some time with the old family - what???"

However.....

 I greet Mary cordially:
"Planning to do the old Easter Egg hunt with your chap, Wilfred?  (From the Beano).  What!"
Unfortunately, Mary had a huge hangover from the church do the night before:
"Fuck off!", she growled.

Well, that was bloody charming!  The miserable cow!  On a brief stroll outside, I encountered Mr Slagg (aka my true father).

"What-ho, old man!  When are you going to name the day?  Make an honest woman of our Mrs Slagg!"

"Bollocks to that!", he 
mumbled as he slumped through my front door, a face like thunder

Miserable old basket!









 So I amble into the kitchen to sweet-talk Mrs Slagg into a second cup of coffee.  But she was having none of it:

 "Oh do be careful, Master Paul!  This is Bella,  my best scrubber!"

"Oooh, I say!", I spluttered,"She looks such a nice girl too!  Oh, you mean the floors?! arf arf!"
"Yes!  Now clear orf! (you posh twat!)"
I sighed.  Servants just don't give you the respect nowadays.  I decided to go and see my lovely wife:

"What-ho, Marjorie!  Spiffing Easter Bonnet there, I expect!"
"Oh, do give it a rest, Paul!  Go and watch Homes Under The Hammer, or something...."

Needless to say, I got equally short shift from my beautiful daughter, Lavinia, when I suggested we tuck into a jolly old Easter Egg together:
"Oh, do fuck off, Daddy!  I'm on a diet! (again)"

Well, this looks like a bally mishog Easter after all.  Stuff it!  I'm up the pub!

But then....

 "Oh Paul, I'm sorry", Marjorie says
"Me too, Sir," Mary adds, "Have some Easter cake"
"That Gin makes me awfully barky," Marjorie went on, "Why don't we both give up our vices?  You could pack up your fags"

 "What??? Fuck off!"

Happy Easter from the Amanda Ann Family

Just to say.....

 A message from the Amanda-Anns :

There are some exciting new posts by Paul and Lavinia over on 
paul's passions and lav's rants 

Have a good time!!

The Amanda Ann Family Christmas Special

Our hero, in the small hours of Christmas morning, is complaining:

 "What a load of old shit this Christmas business is!", he muttered.

 "What with Mrs Slagg announcing our engagement to all and sundry, and that bore Madonna joining us for a real British Christmas!"

Things were looking grim for the old man.

 Though the freeloading pop star, not thinking much of her Christmas present, brought the old buzzard great cheer!

  Mind you, he didn't think much of his own!  
"Lidel's Finest Plonk, was it?", he mumbled sagely.

"Ssh, Charlie!", Mrs Slagg hissed.



And although she tried not to show it, Mrs Slagg was pretty underwhelmed with her own!

"That spoilt brat Lavinia got everything of course.
The latest computer and Banana phone or whatever those things are called!  She needs taking over her father's knee, if you ask me!"

"Once again, I was shushed by my 'fiancee'".

 "And as for that snotty woman, Marjorie, she, of course, got every finery that Bond Street had to offer"








"My own (illegitimate) son, to his credit, was perfectly happy with his 20 Craven A's".

 

"Despite that cow, Marjorie, being permanently in Harvey Nicks, Paul now stashes away every cent he can.  No more undiginified moonlight flips."

 

 "Meanwhile, my Mary was not too keen on her new cake, while Mara's present seemed to be wildly over the top!"

" I smelt a rat!"

"I was cheered to see the Amanda Ann's were not too keen on Madonna's present to them".  

 "Those place mats (imported from Bergdoff's) were a little vulgar, but they remained polite."

 "Oh good, Lord Posh is here!  He'll liven things up!  He seemed truly pleased with his bottle of wine, and it was drinks all round!  Funny, how true toffs are easily pleased with so very little."

"Oh bloody hell!  Dinner's served.  I'll just take my usual place at the end, shall I!"

 But.....

 "Oh Madonna!" , Paul explains, "You cannot sit next to me, this seat is reserved for my (true) father"

 This did not go down well, and the ageing pop star stormed out.









"Hope you don't mind, old man", Paul chuckled, "Thought we could celebrate our first Christmas as Father and Son.  Rather tedious, that wrong side of the blanket thing - what?!"

 "Found I didn't mind in the least.  Perhaps Christmas wasn't going to be so bad after all."

 "Happy Christmas to one and all!"

The Amanda Ann Family wish you all a very happy Christmas

The Amanda Ann Family Show part Seven

Well, Melvin walked out of our lives as quickly as he walked in...

 Or slumped out, rather...

And Poshie has a new filly, a mature, if fading, pop cum movie star.

 We're talking about a spot on my TV show.  Well, we'll see....

Meanwhile Lav's moved her lesbian lover in.

 Stroppy old thing.  Quite militant.  And they're always in the bloody bedroom!  No!  I don't want to know!






On the whole, life was peaceful again.  However there was one more score to settle....

At the end of a late summer evening, in the television room, I said to Marjorie softly:  "Time for bed, my love."
"Oh what ho!  Goodnight then.  I'll turn off the lights when I come up"
"No, my sweet," I said gently, "I meant together."

  Marjorie froze in horror, but she knew I was right.  It was the only thing to do if we were going a make a go of this marriage.

We rushed like  billy-o to the sitting room.   Marjorie promptly necked a bottle of Gin, where I put away twenty Craven A. 
"We'll just go to bed like always, Marjorie, - only this time, with each other", I laughed nervously.

"Paul?," Marjorie asked through a fug of Gin
"Yes, my pet?"
"Have we moved house again?"

"Oh yes, my dear.  That nice Director General at the BBC bought it for me.  
They carried you in here last week.
Decent chap.  Pleased with the old show, what?
So get lots of gladrags, Marjorie, nothing but showbiz dinners from now on."
Marjorie sighed with contentment.

By the time we got into bed after lots of talking, Marjorie fell into a drunken slumber, and I had a chesty cough.
"We'll Do It later, my pet", I said
"Much later," she murmered, a smile on her beautiful face.  

So there you have it.  You have been with us through both good times, and bad times.  Mainly Bad. 
Now the road generally seems clear for the Amanda Ann's.  
However, watch this space, we haven't quite finished yet!

Thank you for watching The Amanda Ann Family Show.  

You may now touch that dial!!!!

The Amanda Ann Family Show part six

 

"Oh, hello there, Poshie", the strange couple said. 
"Well, m'boy," Lord Posh addressed Melvin, "Can you explain yourself?"

"Ummm...", said the young gun, backing into the wall.

"Perhaps you'd like to start by explaining to the Amanda Ann's the exact name of the Borstal you attended?!"

 "Umm.... Eton.", the youth muttered

 "Oh, spiffing!", I chimed in. "My old place!  Is Basher Harris the PE master still there?"
But I was silenced with a Look.  

 "So," Lavinia (having heard every word) said,
"You're a Toff."
Her voice dripped disgust and betrayal.

"Naw, Lav babe, listen!"
said the youth, trying to dig his way out of a never-ending hole.

"Look who he's skyping."  Lord Posh said quietly, resting his case.

"No, babe!" Melvin shouted desperately.
"I'm just mates wiv his brother!  We help his grandad stop saying rude things to Chinese people and that."

By now, Melvin was in a very deep hole indeed.  




 "Bugger off, Melvin!  
I hate you sooo much!!!"

The young, unlucky-in-love pampered princess screamed.



 After a brief embarassed silence, Melvin's posh dad cleared his throat:

 "Well, we best be off, old boy.  Unearned income doesn't collect itself and all that."

 Marjorie, suddenly very sorry to see Melvin go, sat forlornly in the music cum dining room, when Lady Bragg approached her:
"Goodbye Marjorie.  Your house is charming.  Will you come for tea on Thursday?  Our address is number 7, Mayfair."
Marjorie glowed, and agreed instantly.
 She was finally back on home ground.

As Melvin walked out of our lives, Poshie turned to his former fiancee;
"I'm sorry I had to do that to you, my sweet.  It was for the best."

"That's alright, Poshie," Lavinia said, 
"It wouldn't have worked out anyway. Nor would it with you.."

"You see, Poshie, I've become a Lesbian!"

Surely not our Lavinia?
Has she really gone the other way?

Will Lord Posh never get his hands on her again?

Don't miss the final installment!  Same time, same channel!

Do not Touch that dial!!!!


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