Now, ordinarily beery invites don't come in rolled up scrolls so well done to Krusovice for making the effort.
But rather than having the postie dump it on my doorstep, why not go the whole hog and get a traditional messenger on horseback to deliver and read it to my court...
In the old days....
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| pic borrowed from masterfile.com |
No one takes any pride in their work any more, take note Royal Mail/Consignia or whatever you're branded as now!
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The postie pushed mine through the letterbox, popping the plastic ends out of the cardboard tube it came in as he did so ...
Ahh I had an invite for you like this. Bastards beat me to it!
That is definitely some stiffie.
It's a while since I had one nestled on my mantlepiece.
PPT : eh??
Ah, let me explain.
When I worked in the entertainment business, lovey, a stiff white invitation card was known as a stiffie.
It made for an easy double entendre that an end-of-the-pier act like myself is so fond of.
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