Michael Palaeologus

"Do you like oysters or snails?" *Hands round a plate of tasty morsels to the famished* "Darling Moos, please dont die, at least not before your alloted time and all that. You are rather good fun Dear Thing" "Champage and Guinness anybody, rather nice with the Oyters for breakfast" *Excuse the early start, the delivery chaps arrived at 7.15 this mornng with my Indian furniture. Made from the finest rare tropical hardwoods and there was a complementary tiger skin duster in the biggest box. A day of furniture wrestling beckons*

Anybody read the Falco books - Roman detective, written by Lyndsey Davis?

*Wanders in wearing a stained brown tunic and a rather bad nylon wig* "Nay, nay thrice nay! Oh suit yerselves. SCRUBBA!! Hurry up wench - there's some Nobs that need serving" *Opens a bottle of Falurian Red and sploshes a goodly amount into a silver goblet* "When do the Etruscan dancing girls arrive?" *Hic*

Its going to be an M&S Food or Waitrose

Who are the Pop Tarts - have I met them?

*Can I slurp the White Burgundy from my saucer DM?*

*Oooh Ta. Hmm, very nice. Try a Walkers Baked Crisp - the taste good and have 70% less fat of ... something. Glass of Pinot Grigio? Georgia swears by it*

"Baccus" does rather suit you! I think the vines around the head and a dishevelled toga would look a treat on you Sir.

Surely if somebody makes comments that are bound to cause offence, then they shouldn't be surprised when that offence is reflected in subsequent posts? This isnt an attempt to censor but to redress the balance. Bullying? Who is the bully? The person who causes offence in the expectation that nobody will respond because of a wish to avoid conflict, or the person who responds assertively? Who bullies the bully? as Aescolus said.

This from the Tipsy God!! :))

The Germans - of course, well spotted Rifleman Harris :))

*Brendan - have a crisp*

No, not at all. Perhaps you can explain them to us.

"Sulphur-like smell" - Its Quids - told you! He is Beelzibub himself.

*Clearly the Turskish Delight is a metaphor for more earlthy delights, like beer or cheese and onion crisps*

Please dont tempt him back in, the smell of brimstone is difficult to get out of th soft furnishings.

Bet you didnt ask, it was probably hurt...

I think that is the combined corrosive drip-drip-drip of negativity as much as what has been said in this thread. I fr one will be sad to see the bok-stall go and wish the Warehouse well.

Was the fox going somewhere nice?

Has somebody put something in the EDF water - there seems to be alot of vitriol pouring out of every orifice. We have wine bars - but the arent bland. Some people may not like wine-bars as such, but that is somewhat different from condeming the examples in ED as something they arent.

Why break the habit of a lifetime?

Michael = Image of God Palaeologus = Ancient Words Brighton Polytechnic D&D Club 1981 - 84 - all present and correct Ma'am

I do look rather fetching in a tank-top.

and those runes! Couldn't be fagged with those - or all the other books, like The Silmarillion - all a bit too serious for me. Give me a few dwarves and an ork to beat up and I am happy. Michael Palaeologusson

"Turkish Delight anyone? Spot of hot chocolate?"