My friend Rosey hates it when ‘common people’ refer to a cup of tea as a ‘cuppa rosey lee’. She says they are taking her name in vain.  When I pointed out that ‘rosey lee’ is Cockney rhyming slang for tea and therefore perfectly acceptable, she just shrugged! When I was making her a ‘cuppa… Continue reading Rosey’s cups

Just after Christmas a few of us met for a drink at the pub.  We talked about this and that, then suddenly, with a flourish deserving of a thespian, my friend Rosey  produced a crumpled piece of paper from her overstuffed handbag. ‘These’ she proclaimed ‘are my New Year revolutions’ ‘I think you mean resolutions’… Continue reading Rosey’s New Year Revolutions!

  My friend Rosey loves dressing up. She went to a baby shower the other day wrapped from head to foot in toilet paper. She said it was the closest she’d ever get to being a mummy! Last month, Posh Pierre invited several of us for a posh banquet at his posh apartment. I thought… Continue reading Rosey loves dressing up!

It was the day of carnival procession. Halfway down the snaking column, Rosey was in charge of a group of kids from school dressed as fruit and vegetables. Rosey was a carrot and wore an orange sheet sewed into a point at the bottom! However, its design seriously impeded her forward progress. Consequently, she, her… Continue reading Rosey leads the carnival procession!

I found my friend Rosey sitting in her garage looking rather sad. “What’s up?” I asked. She said she’d lost some of her friends. I remembered a quote I saw online. “In life, we never lose friends, we only learn who the true ones are” She adopted one of her confused expressions; not the ‘totally… Continue reading Rosey loses some friends

 visited an exhibition of modern art the other day and I was reminded of the time I went a museum with my friend Rosey. We were walking through a room of Rubenesque statues, voluptuous ladies in provocative poses. Rosey was not impressed and said there should be more sculptures of the male form. I jokingly… Continue reading I took Rosey to a museum

Rosey and I went round to Jack’s the other night. I can’t remember if I’ve told you about Jack, but he’s a friend of Rosey from her school days. She lost touch with him when he went to university. He was always something of a musician and a fairly serious one. Whilst we were all… Continue reading Rosey’s friend Jack is a pianist

My friend Rosey was out shopping the other day. Her friend Helen spotted her and weaved her way between the wandering shoppers. ‘Hey, Rosey Pee’ yelled Helen. ‘Moo’ said Rosey. ‘Pardon?’ said Helen with a quizzical expression on her face. ‘Hay’ said Rosey. ‘Hey’ said Helen again, looking a little confused. ‘No thanks’ said Rosey… Continue reading Rosey’s big secret

Rosey and I recently went down to Dorset to visit our friends Chas and his girlfriend, Charley. Before they met each other, Chas was always known as Charlie. So when they got together one of them was going to have to take on a new name! Chas hated his real name Charles, and Charlotte detested… Continue reading Rosey sees a ghost

Did I tell you about my friend Rosey’s boat? Well, her parents have a river running past the bottom of their garden. Actually, river is a bit of an exaggeration; it’s more like a fast flowing wide stream if you know what I mean. For years there was a little wooden rowing boat on the… Continue reading Rosey’s rowing boat!