Oh Dorking

So to Dorking at the crack of dawn on a fishing related mission.

I do love the word Dorking. It conjures up memories of Enid Blyton tales, cream teas and village post offices run by kindly old ladies ready to gossip at the drop of a hat.

I put this to himself but he thinks that the word is more suited to something that should have a section of its own in the Sexual Offences Act.

Thank you M’lud. Mr Smith, you are charged in that you did, wilfully and maliciously dork in a public place to the annoyance of residents and passengers, including the disruption of the Annual General Meeting of the Godalming Women’s Insitute.

Oh blame it on the heat. The temperature is set to reach 28 ºC today, 33 ºC by Tuesday (that’s 82 ºF and 91 ºF in old money). Bleugh.

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2 Responses to “Oh Dorking”

Knock Knock Mary
July 16th, 2006 21:09
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I shall move to Dorking immediately in hopes of one last dork before I go.
Em³
July 16th, 2006 21:24
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Come off it, Mary. There’s plenty of dorking left in you yet.