Frobishers Fun Pages October 05-December 06

Saying goodbye to the Harem

We have written truth, you friends of the shadows.
Yet be not too harsh with the Rat.
He is but a shadow of himself caught in the web of this mortal scene.
We call him Frobisher. We call him a Rat. Yet, he is neither.
At some time he will ride away with you people of the blue light.
His password will be an echo of the commercial sell.
His couch a heifer from the west.
Forgive him for you will understand him no better
than we who linger on this side of the pale.

Bridport in Dorset shock horror

Here we have conclusive proof about the location of Bridport! Unfortunately seperatists in a futile attempt to boost their property prices are claiming it's in Devon! What tosh!! As you can see clearly it comes under the authority of the West Dorset District Council following the 50 year Potato War in the 18th century.

My move to Spain is moving at a steady pace as I got the suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe today. Tomorrow I will be shopping for swimming trucks, a sarong and a straw hat as I intend to go "native". Had a few goodbye drinks with Princess Fiona last night and went to a party, it was mostly teachers there - Jeezus that lot can drink! Frightening to think that the future of our children is in these peoples' hands. I got drunk on gin and spent half the evening singing karoke on the Playstation, managed to score some cracking weed tho'.

Went on to "Gaydar" when I got home and went to the Costa del Sol area. And have found a new friend! his name is Hose and we will be meeting up at the San Miguel Sauna in Torremolinos when I get to Espana. What do you think? He has knobby knees and hardly speaks any English, but hey musn't be too pickey. Adios!
Hose gets ready for the Biscuit Game!

I've had enough :(

With great regret I have to inform you that this will be the last post on Frobishers' Fun Pages till the new year. Let me explain.

After checking my medicine cabinet I popped a repeat prescription into the Doctors (didn't want to go short over the holidays). I went in to pick it up and the receptionist (she had a look of Eva Braun) said "I'm sorry the Doctor wishes to see you first". I momentarily panicked then remembered old Dr. Blick (or Sir Doctor Blick as we know him) would be after a Crimbo backhander. After what seemed an eternity in a room full of screaming kids and smelly immigrants I breezed into the Doctors' office.

Imagine my surprise as I went in and was confronted by a rotund black man in a white coat with a smile from ear to ear.
"Dr. Blick retired last month", he said seeing my confusion. "I have taken over his patients". I was in no mood for chit chat and asked for my prescription. "Ah yes" he smirked even wider. "Quite a shopping list here haven't we". Then I received a long lecture about the dangers of becoming reliant on prescription drugs, he reminded me of the dictator Idi Amin. I nodded in all the right places and promised faithfully to address these issues in the new year.

"I'm sorry Mr. Frobisher, in my opinion you don't need any of these drugs, would you like me to refer you to councelling?"

I started quietly to explain about all my contributions to the National Insurance and got louder and louder as I moved on to the state of the country, the Labour government, the weather and welfare scrougers & started banging the desk. The next thing I know is he'd pressed the panic button and I was ejected into the street - there was a message on the ansaphone when I got home telling me to find another GP. Bastards.

To make matters worse my TV appearance on "David Dickensons Real Deal " was on Monday at 2.30pm and nobody recorded it! Shitfuckblast. There's the TV career down the shitter, I was going to use a video of the show to show producers *sigh*

Still I found my emergency stash and snorted the whole lot, dunno what happened but next morning there was a ticket to Spain in the post. I mustn't go on the computer when wrecked. So what the hell, I'm going. How dare they treat me like this, had enough of this country, etc. etc. etc.

Don't know when I'll be back but will take camera and try and get to an internet cafe. Ah sun, sea, sangria and hopefully lots of sex (hopefully). Adios!

Christmas Party

Well finally the Christmas party season swings into action. Off to a chi-chi restaurant tonight for a Xmas beano, Princess Fiona (ex-harem member) has chosen the venue and the usual suspects will be going apart from MrC who has been banished to the countryside. Beast is going which is a worry, I hope he doesn't demand chips again. Might take the camera for a laugh. Important news about New Year soon to be posted!

BRIDPORT CHRISTMAS 2006 PARADE

Great excitement at Chez Naff today - I received my commemorative Christmas card today! Only 14 shopping days left - panic now.

Something for the weekend

Frobi takes a trip

Ha ha! I had to put another post up. Everytime I logged in at work I was confronted by Britney's axe wound. You can make your own pics - nip over to MJ's site and go back a few posts for a link, and don't forget to leave comments.

Britney & Paris go commando!

Good Grief! Britney and Paris are best friends and out on the town. Doesn't she know she could catch a chill in her kidneys? Still the big surprise (or should that be little) is Paris, I knew there was something about that girl - I just couldn't put my finger on it!

And while we are looking up skirts - one for the ladies

Cultural adventures in Dorset

Hello! While waiting for my TV careet to take off I'd thought I'd post a few pictures of Wareham in Dorset . As you of course know its where the Auction House where I was filmed. Quite an uninspiring town, very old, most of it appeared to be shut.
As you can see it's steeped in history I am actually sitting where Laurence of Arabia sat, enjoying a cuppa. I do hope it was better than the dishwater they served me & judging by the smell they hadn't washed the cushion I was sat on since Laurence was there.












As you can see its quite a dark place and I was glad to get out. On the way home I thought I'd take Marilyn dogging! So we stopped off at Puddletown Forest. Guess who was there! my old friend 'ginger' Harry! As you can see he's pleased to see me!
Enough of this, on my travels in cyberspace I picked up a couple of classis sites for your amusement Ratemypoo & and tales of a bear called Plushie which is really sweet.