Quiet room...

[dulwichmum]

Thinks to self..."It is a bit quiet in here for me"...

Pulls bottle of Fabreze and Dyson from handbag.

Hands both to Ana and sits down in comfy chair by the window.

Thinks to self: "All is well in Dulwich tonight"...

[citizenED]

*at end of "Dead Poets Soc." screening wipes tear from eye*

*not because film so moving you understand - but because only three forumites turned up*

*and because two of them stole out to the CPT*

*Belatedly notices DM in chair by window*

*spies Ana with vacuum*

*lines up a slaughter of pints*

*recites lines from Wislawa Szymborska poem*

*Whatever you say reverberates,whatever you don't say speaks for itself*

[Huguenot]

Fzzzzzzt

*left leg clad in Jesus creepers and plus fours appears.... right foot winks in and winks out...*

Fzzzzt... click

*disembodied voice curses Skype international teleport calls: they may be free but they can't keep a bloody connection*

Pfffffft... krk shzz

*Singapore Sling appears at waist height, hovers uncertainly then accelerates in the direction of the Afghan at 9.8m per sec per sec*

*Damn, now the buggers have got my dr....*

Final click and then silence

[Asset]

*gawd - what was that?*

*catches floating Singapore Sling*

*wonders what's in it*

[Keef]

*Explains to Asset that it's a gin based cocktail with cherry brandy (if memory serves) invented by a barman at Singapore's Raffles Hotel back in the days when it was frowned upon for ladies to drink publicly. It's bright red colur gave the impression of a fruit drink. It's very very sweet and I wouldn't recomment them... Mrs Keef thinks they're rather good though, so there you go*

[Asset]

*yuk*

*hands it to Keef to give to Mrs Keef*

[citizenED]

*wakes to smell of gin and cherry brandy*

*sounds perfect for another sunny day*

*the enforced squinting will help keep glare from eyes*

*Happy Sunday, punters*

[mockney piers]

* spies singapore sling, thinks perfect *

* wanders over, sits down to savour the....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz *

[Keef]

Did someone spike that singapore sling?

[citizenED]

*reveres Mockney for ability to "think perfect"*

*rues own ability to "think wonkily"*

*damn those Slings*

[dulwichmum]

Wanders into quiet room, feeling ravenous as on a diet.

Looks around - not an olive or cheese straw in sight.

Pours large glass of chablis, slips off shoes and pops ear plug accessories from Blackberry MP3 playing accessory in ears. Sinks into big aubergine velvet armchair by the window.

[Huguenot]

*Glances around the room*

*Bloody time zones, I'm ready to party and you guys aren't even out of bed*

*Trips over trailing root and splashes into the apron of the mango swamp*

*Okay, well for those of you who've asked, I dropped another note onto the blog, and I promise to do three a week from now on. I've let you down, and I will try harder!*

*Leaves bottle of Baijiu on the table with a note for passersby: serve in 25ml shot glasses at high velocity until prone position is obtained*

*notes there is a down side...*

[MadWorld74]

*walk in, looks around*

*"Sorry, wrong room"*

*Procedes down corridor to a room with padding on the walls*

*"Ah, here we are"*...

[mockney piers]

* stumbles blearily in *

* feels the presence of ghosts and sniffs the whiff of liver crushing spirits *

* picks a corner and stares wistfully out of window at the passing trains *

chuggada chmp . chuggada chmp . chuggada chmp . chuggada chmp ...

[MadWorld74]

why does everyone in here stink of booze?

[dulwichmum]

Flounces into the quiet room smelling as fresh as a daisy - but smelling faintly of Jo Malone, Lime, Basil and Mandarin.

Smiles sweetly at Madworld74.

Pours enormous glass of Chablis and passes it to Madworld74.

Pours tumbler of Badoit for self.

Sinks into fav chair.

Wonders if anyone else has noticed/recognised this?

Thinks to self "Don't they realise Dulwichmums only drive German cars?"

How very dare they?

[Asset]

*thinks: DM on the Badoit*

*something is awry*

*passes over bottle of bolly and a straw*

[dulwichmum]

Thanks Asset graciously, accepts bottle of bolly.

Removes straw. Slugs alcohol straight from the bottle...

[Keef]

*Walks in with acoustic guitar and starts playing (quietly)*

[MadWorld74]

Walks in, notices that DM is wearing same scent as me!!! Jo Malone, Lime, Basil and Mandarin

How very dare she.

Sits on stool and looks out of the window. Reaches over for bottle of Tamellini and pours. Savours the aroma. Sips quietly.

Decides that Keep is piss*ing her off so asks him to leave. He wasn't playing guitar well enough.

Winks at DM...who you fooling with the water, chick.

[Keef]

*Considers length of guitar strings and realises they're not long enough for a hanging following cruel rejection by Madworld*

*Spikes her drink with a nasty laxative and leaves*

[MadWorld74]

Doubles over in pain from cruel spiking by Keef. Decides to find out where he lives to seek revenge...

Makes for the door...

DM is semi-conscious in chair after too much bolly...

Must..get..to..ladies..

[MadWorld74]

Comes back into room...sob sob..

DM wake up!!! Asset has just told me off for being rude, and that I don't know how to write a limerick.....sob sob

I've got degree in English!!!!!! how can Asset be so mean!!!! wail wail....

Slides over to the bottle of Tamellini.....glug.

Watches DM softly snoring the corner of the room

[dulwichmum]

Wakes up startled.

Looks around and immediately rushes to assist Madworld74...

"What did he say? What did he say? - I shall get fired if I get caught on the net, I shall check the situation out and revenge shall be ours. I have all manner of tactics up my sleeve."

Rushes from room.

[dulwichmum]

Rushes back into room, pulls Madworld74 onto knee. Takes tissues from bag, sighs and whispers;

"Oh darling, I really don't know how to say this, Limericks and reconciliation are not my Forte, and you did take the Lords name in vein now, didn't you sweetie? Here now, have these raisins and the rice cake too, and go back in there and say DM sent you. Dry your eyes lovely girl, and play nicely now..."