Quiet room...

[Michael Palaeologus]

"Its Summer everyone!"

*Walks out Library French Windows onto the sun-drenched patio*

*Whisks off towel and plunges into the Olympic sized, kidney shaped pool*

*Leaps out*

"Who turned the heating off? There's a walrus in there and he looks rather chilly. Solar heated indeed"

*Suffles to bar*

"Pimms anyone?"

[Jah Lush]

As long as you depth charge the Pimms with a double vodka and pour it into a pint glass I'll have one. Cheers!.

[Brendan]

Pint of Bolly, a straw and a laudanum chaser please barchap and tell that fellow who?s dripping on the carpet to cover up, he?ll frighten the fillies away.

[Michael Palaeologus]

"Good though Brendan"

*Slips on silken smoking jacket, fez and flip flops, matching*

[Moos]

Walrus?!

You beeeetch. It wasn't that much cake.

*wraps self in vast towel and glares*

[Brendan]

Ah hah! So there?s that BBW everyone keeps going on about.

Awright dar? Errhmm heerm, Sorry.

Good day to you madam.

I do forget myself sometimes.

Barchap! Barchap! Keep the Bolly and Laudanum coming these synapses aren?t going to interrupt themselves now are they.

[bignumber5]

*drinking from suspicious can with labels in Greek, floats past on "humourous" inflatable pool crocodile, zinc on nose and radioactively pink shoulders*

Gotta make the most of the summer - it'll go brown, y'know...

[mockney piers]

*removes lid from hole punched cardboard box and emerges, somewhat bleary eyed and disheveled*

*dusts self down, failing to get rid of most of the straw, and looks up appreciatively at the warm sunshine*

"I do belive this calls for a G&T"

[Michael Palaeologus]

"Moos darling you have such wonderful whiskers, and those teeth, to die for"

"I see dear Piers has emerged from his Iberian hibernation and is amongst us again, a blessing"

"I pine for a certain lactating donkey, but that was before and I have moved on"

*Waves glass at Brendan*

"Any laudanum left?"

[Brendan]

*Clambers behind the bar and rattles at bottles*

The good stuff appears to be finished old bean but I?ve been soaking some poppy pods in absinth for a couple of weeks. Fancy a home brew?

[bigbadwolf]

Poppy seeds in Absinth? Behave yourself Brendan.....I've been fermenting a pair of Jah Lush's old socks for the last months and the wallpapers nearly disintegrated. We'll be drunk into next year.

[Michael Palaeologus]

"Cocktails! One measure of poppy-absynthe to two of Essence de Hosiery de Jah Lush on the rocks"

"Ummm my glass seems to be melting"

[Jah Lush]

I've been looking for those socks yer fecker. They were made out of wolf hair doncha yer know.

*Goes to the bar and grabs bottle of a Rebel Yell and stomps out in a huff and a puff*

[Brendan]

Where did you get your hands on that? Discarded Jah Lush apparel is usually swiftly removed by the men in white coats and used strictly for research purposes.

[Jah Lush]

*Quickly pokes nose back in*

Oi! Has anyone seen my mescaline?

[bigbadwolf]

Brendan I know some people at Porton Down M.O.D research facility.

[Brendan]

*Picks up the ringing candlestick telephone*

Asgard-five-five-three-seven-eight-double-zero-eight

Yes

Yes

Yes

Indeed

Only when I?m fencing but thanks for asking

Yes

No

Yes but I think he?s lost his mescaline again so there could be trouble

About nine, who wants to know?

Smashing

Cheerio

That was the Ministry of Defence, apparently one of the experiments has escape from the vivisection, er, section and made off with the key component of their latest biological warfare system.

[Keef]

*Walks in, looks around, realises the room lost it's attraction 80 pages ago, walks out*

[Brendan]

sheesh, who died?

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Walks in wearing black, black leather trousers, black psuedo-military dress-jacket, black glove, black hat, black face mask*

"Its not funny guys"

"Shall we toast the departed?"

[????]

Indeed

*raises can of Stella*

To Farah

*downs in one, holds in burp*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Raises flute of champage*

"Farah, an angel indeed"

[????]

*hugs Mike, fails to hold back tears*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Hugs back*

"Steady old man, just think, what would Bosley do?"

*Hands ???? a large (clean) hankie*

[????]

Not the pistol in the library!!!!

*loses it*