ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

(we be never forgettin')

Yarrrrrr...

It be a grand day for celebratin' and droppin' our "g"s, and unlike last year, when we was escapin' foreign waters, Dreade Pirate Bruce the Bat and myself are in our home bay. The wee matey has bin enjoyin' some precious swag in the form of Marmite-flavoured breadsticks, fetched from across the dreade Atlantic waters by this blog's favourite newly-wed couple. We be brandishin' said breadsticks while gnashin' our teeth and dippin' them in some soft-boiled eggs (it be hard to admit that dreade pirates like us like coddled egg brekkies).

Bruce also be growin' his own dreade pirate pet, booty given the wee matey by his friend Dreade Pirate Capitano Martino.

Tonight we be celebratin' alone, the wee bat and meself, with some gold-wrapped chocolate doubloons, some ill-gotten Guinness, an' some fine cinema.

YARRRRR!!!

Arrrrr... We be Never Forgettin'

(Arrrr... Dreade Pirate Captain BPG and her trusty mate Bruce the Bat were travelling dangerous foreign waters, but they were still a-rememberin' to be celebratin' International Talk-like-a-Pirate day, September 19, AKA yesterday!)

"Shiver me timbers, we boarded the Duty Free, a-howlin' like banshees, and came away with some fine swag and a bottle o' rum for the wee matey. It be a fine day to be sure, and a good one to return to home port where we be now sharpenin' our cutlasses, downloadin' our piccies, admirin' our souvenirs and a-givin' thanks that we avoided Davey Jones's locker one more time!"

Well Me Hearties...

It's nearly 1 a.m., and it's been a long day.

However, before submitting to the seductive embrace of my wonderful bed, let me all remind you that.... it's only 140 days till Talk Like A Pirate Day! Remember the day: September 19th.

Be there... or be... MADE TO WALK THE PLANK!!! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Avast ye Slovenly Barnacle-Bottomed Rustbuckets!

Arrrrr... shiver me timbers, but it's a fine to do when a sea-lovin' cabin wench such as meself is forgettin' the greatest day o' the year.

ARRRRRR!!!!

Four day ago, it be "Talk like a Pirate Day" and a fine day it be, or I'll know the reason why an' it'll be Davy Jones' locker for the lot of ye slovenly landlubbers who question the sanctity o' such a day.... arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Me heart is soothed to know it be a mere 361 days until the next Talk Like a Pirate Day... an' I not be forgettin' as it's already marked in the Cap'n's log that I was only polishin' this very night. Arrr, he be a fine Cap'n too, and firm with the orders, makin' me walk his plank, climb his mast and load his cannon day and night. An' by rights I be admittin' he's told me many a time that I be a fine wench, as wenches go. Aye, I keep his Roger jolly.