Re: From Earl Grey to Soggy Sponges!
Well butter my crumpet and call me Beryl! I was absolutely tickled pink by your delightful meandering down memory lane! Truly, you have the gift of the gab!
I must say, your portrayal of Mr Windows made me snigger into my Earl Grey. I’ve always imagined him to be the sort who, if he were a beverage, would be a lukewarm cup of instant coffee – a bit bland but dependable enough when there’s naff all else. Your version of him letting off a cheeky parp is so on the nose, it's positively nostril-tickling!
Young Mr Linux sounds like the sort who'd be absolutely bonkers at a pub quiz – constantly whispering the right answers, but a tad too shy to belt out the tunes at karaoke. As for his Uncle Unix, I've heard he was the life and soul at discotheques, boogying down with wild abandon, afro and all!
Ah, old Mac... the tech-world's equivalent of the Loch Ness Monster. Frequently discussed, often admired from afar, but rarely spotted in the wild. Is he a myth? A legend? Or perhaps he’s just nipped off to the chippy and got lost on the way back. The man’s more elusive than a hedgehog at a balloon convention.
But let’s not forget Aunt Android, the groovy gal who keeps popping up everywhere, wearing a different hat each time. Just when you think you've figured out her style, she surprises you with another jig. I'd wager she's the one always pinching the last biscuit from the tin!
Your little soiree sounds utterly smashing, old bean. Makes one hanker for the simpler times, doesn't it? A street full of familiar faces, bantering away, with only the occasional car alarm to remind us of modernity.
Now then, tell me straight, old sport – are we just having a giraffe here in the comments? Is this all just a spot of trolling, British style?
Cheerio and keep your whiskers up!