Quiet room...

[MadWorld74]

*Hall of shame! Ha! pish!*

*I am a maverick don't forget*

*hopes she hasn't harmed Jah too much....*

*next*

[Asset]

*walks in to find mud splattered bodies squirming on floor*

*thinks: am I in Glastonbury?*

*wonders what bones Mw74 could possible have to pick over with me*

*only do Dead Sea mud darling*

[citizenED]

*eyes the "sport" on view from ringside seat with bewilderment*

*not that much of a spectacle - more non-league than premiership*

*on balance, wishes the seat came at a price and the beer was free*

*slinks off to turn on the showers - gestures to MW and Jah*

[Keef]

*Walks in having spent a lovely evening with DM at the Opera in Rome*

*Looks around at the mess and decides that it will be safest to stand behind the bar to avoid mud splashing*

"Zombie anyone? Jah I'm looking at you..." :)-D

[TillieTrotter]

*saunters in and shouts (quitely) look at me Keef, look at me*:)-D

[dulwichmum]

*Swans into quiet room.*

*Smiles warmly at Mr Keef.*

*Fishes his opera glasses out of enormous handbag and passes them over.*

*Observes outragous behaviour of mud wrestling protestants.*

*Tuts to self.*

Cracks open bottle of Krug, and pulls Mr Keefs special chair up close to window beside own chair. Turns on radio 4...

[Keef]

*Passes Tillie an extra special Zombie*

*Takes 2 glasses over to the window and eases in to Lazyboy chair*

*Cheers, life is good*

[TillieTrotter]

*gives Keef an extra special smile for the extra special Zombie*

*Cheers my dears, needed that*

[dulwichmum]

*Pours out two glasses of Krug for self and Mr Keef.*

*Thinks to self, we are terribly cultured over here.*

*Pushes back curtains and observes peacocks strutting on the lawn... in the dark.*

[Jah Lush]

*Pokes head in the door, eyes scan the room for a certain virago*

*Cool, it's quietened down, sends the cleaners home with a big tip*

*Pours self a very strong coffee, lights a Marlboro Red*

*Lies down on large sofa to ease the aching bones*

*Pulls out copy of the Indy, breathes sigh of relief*

*Peace & quiet at last*

[dulwichmum]

*Walks purposefully into the quiet room feeling proud of self (whats new?) but today in the manner of Eliot Ness...*

Thinks to self; "Dulwich is now a safer place."

*Opens bottle of Champagne.*

*Looks around for chums to share a drink.*

*Puts video of "The untouchables" in machine, slips off shoes - admires pedicure and settles down to watch film feeling smug.*

[Keef]

*Runs in to room having heard that DM is showing on of the best films ever!!!!!*

*Settles in to lazyboy with fresh orange juice and waits for Sean Connery's Scottish Irish accent*

[dulwichmum]

*Hands large glass of Champagne to Mr Keef.*

[dulwichmum]

Puts on large dark sunglasses, and snuggles into arm chair for the night next to chum...

[Keef]

*Walks in wearing smoking jaket and lights cigar whilst waiting for the chaps*

[TillieTrotter]

*Hi, just a Chapette, may I join you*

[dulwichmum]

*Opens large fan, obscures facial features and enormous glass of wine*

*Flounces over to harpsichord, begins to play self pened piece*

*Runs long fingered (lace gloved) hand through ringlets*

Thinks to self - this underwear is a tad restrictive but makes my clevage look fab!...

Smiles while thinking of Mr Ray Winstone...

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

Wakes up from week-long Laphraoig-induced dream; approves DM's garb and swiftly dons ElizabethBennettype[nodstoNapoleon] frock snatched from capacious carpetbag and compares decolletages. Satisfactory, so offers DM a turn around the room...

[dulwichmum]

*Jumps up to dance with delight.*

Points out that Peckhamgatecrasher should be careful when wearing a ruff, as I caught mine in a revolving door once and it was not pretty. The firemen were most helpful though...

[Keef]

*Sneaks in and torches DM's harpsichord, replacing it with a small piano-forte, the likes of which was played by Marianne in "Sense & Sensibility" (much more pleasing sound)*

*Stars to practice at the Billiards table*

[dulwichmum]

Tries in vein to put out flames on musical instrument but is driven back by the heat.

Cries "Help, help!" in the manner of Penelope Pitstop.

Wonders how Mr Keef can be so cruel?

*Considers piano-forte replacement whilest holding back of hand against brow...*

*Faints due to restrictions on breathing caused by enormous corset.&

*Hits the ground with the tiniest of thuds as is very small and ladylike (and yet incredibly glamorous for a married lady...*

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

Surely DM, you should have called on your helpful firemen who could then turn the hose on the ungallant M. Keef ....

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

Fear not, DM, I have a phial of Sal Volatile in my carpet bag ....

[dulwichmum]

*Opens one eye and whispers "Will no-one help me up? I am cannot move in this bloomin corset!"*

[Keef]

*Offers DM a helping hand, whilst feeling rather sheepish about attempted gift*

*Explains "the harpsichord makes such a harsh sound, and is all rather baroque, surely you're more of a classical girl?"*

*Kisses gloved hand, and ofers a glass of the finest vintage*