Quiet room...

[MadWorld74]

Thanks Dulwich Mum....

I did take the Lords name in vein you're right. Guess that's because I'm an agnostic. Hic. Too much wine and bowl movement.

Do you think they have agnostics in the Limerick Room Dulwich Mum?

I might just stay here....nice rice cake btw...

[Asset]

*awful lot of noisy bawling going on in this here quiet room*

[MadWorld74]

* DM and MW74 stop 'bawling' and look over at Asset*

Silence....

[Asset]

*peace at last*

*reaches for tequila*

[Asset]

*shoves tequila in MD74's hand as she rushes in blubbing (again)*

[MadWorld74]

*MW74 watches intently as Asset swigs on the tequila....DM gasps!*

...

[Keef]

*Starts playing guitar again, they shouldn't mind now they're pissed*

*Raises tequila to Asset*

[MadWorld74]

*MW74 ceases 'blubbing' (again)*

*Asset and Keef procede to turn the Q.R. into a mosh pit. MW74 sits on the floor, legs out, stunned*

*DM rolls her eyes to the heavens*

[dulwichmum]

Stands up and taps loudly on coffee table with long manicured finger nail.

Addresses assembeld group "Shhh now boys and girls, we shall have silence or I shall slap bottoms"...

[mockney piers]

* slaps forhead and thinks Doh! *

* keeps an eye out for the inevitable appearance of batdog complete with one-man band regalia due to current 'punishment' on offer *

[Michael Palaeologus]

*I havent been in here for a while - its turned into Bedlam*

*Just get a grip!! NOT OF MW74, ASSET - PUT HIM DOWN*

*I feel like Alistair Simms in a St Trinians film - does the tweed twin-set and pearls suit me?*

*Mrs Dobbin gets very upset by this sort of behaviour, she stops lactating - we barely escaped from our short break in Surrey and now this*

*Slumps in favourite chair, finds a tequila bottle stuffed down the back - yuk*

*Wiggkles nose and a Mojito appears - better*

[Asset]

*drops MW74 whilst pointing out to paleolopolopogus that he is in fact a she (couldn't you tell, all that blubbing)*

*reaches over to reclaim tequila*

*so that's where it went*

[Huguenot]

*pffffft*

*glances around, coughs, and studies colleagues*

*glad to be back, but....*

[Ondine]

But me no buts. Life goes on. Deal with it. etc.

Sits back with nice glass of red.

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Sorry Madworld - It was because I am dressed in a frock, things get....confusing*

*This IS the quiet room after all, if you want to make a noise invent a room for the purpose, possibly called "The Nursery" now, give it a rest*

*Excuse me, I have to milk a donkey*

[MadWorld74]

MW74 gets up and gives two the two fingered salute.

Takes glass of red wine off Ondine and tuts.

*Men in frocks?*

"How dare they confuse me for a boy. No man I know has checkbones like these. They're to die for."

Exeunt stage right.

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Staggers into room stage left. Holds a bridle in one hand and blood stained butchers knife in the other*

*Mutters under breath "It was the voices, it was Dulwich-Mum made me do it, I didnt want to, she MADE me!*

*"Sob, sob, poor Mrs D - she was a lovely Donkey - but Dulwich-Mum MADE me - the voices, does anybody else hear the voices"*

*Exits stage right*

[MadWorld74]

MW74 runs across the room followed by a bear....

[Michael Palaeologus]

She can run quite quickly that bloke MW74 ...

[mockney piers]

*mops up donkey bloodm donkey milk and mucky bear prints*

*generally dusts cobwebs, old traces of owl, tequila empties, and opens window to allow oceanio-alpine air to blow away the musty smells of sadness and madness*

*squeezes juicy oranges into jusg, places in chiller, marinates chicken and pork chops with ginger, garlic and chilli marinade with just a hint of dragon's blood*

*pops some beers in chiller for good measure*

*hmm, shall return later*

[MadWorld74]

huff...pufff...sprint...grimace....RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*damn bear still gives chase...bear swipes the pork chops and leaves hot on the trail of a now insane MW74*

[citizenED]

*feeling psychologically bruised after cancellation of holiday, saunters into Quiet Room for quiet pint*

*idea- pitch tent in here*

*dumps rucksack on floor, finds nice spot by the patio - deftly erects tent in silence*

*looks out for bears*

[MadWorld74]

*"You haven't seen a bloke milking a donkey have you?....No? oh. Help yourself. Plenty beer in the fridge."*

[MadWorld74]

*walks into room*

*Firmly shuts door behind her*

*Lights Nag Champa incense stick*

*Breathes in the calming aroma*

*The Lounge is full of non believers. I'll stay here for a bit*

(spies a donkey in the corner of the dimly lit room. Decides to ignore it)

[dulwichmum]

Smiles knowingly at Michael, and texts Ana to bring her butchers block,set of global knives and sausage making equipment...

Whispers to Mr Papadopalot "Its for the best darling, can we use the meat to make chorizo do you think?"

Pours large glass of Chablis - down Michaels neck... "There, there my lovely..."