Quiet room...

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Removes Mr Batdog from my Kevlar cod-piece and hands him back to the lovely DM*

*England stuffed the Frenchies and so nothing will upset me ...*

[dulwichmum]

"Ah well, if nothing will upset you Mr Palaeologus, I shall use these spare corporate entertainment type tickets for the World Cup Final to light this pretty tea light on the mantle piece. I am sure there are lots of spare tickets, just lying about all over the place. James had said I could pass them on to a chum."

*Lights tickets with a match, lights Diptique candle with paper and tosses burning paper into cavarnous fire place*

"Look how brightly they light."

*Stands back and admires the pretty colour as the paper sizzles in the fire place...*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Even the now clearly barking DM cannot upset me, I have just read the Sunday papers and all is well with the world*

*Are the you the Nunhead Dominatrix DM? That would explain the nipple clamps*

*Observing the mad sparkle in the pyromaniac DM, I cant help thing that the fate of Guy Fawkes was probably for the best*

[Ant]

*appears as if by magic from a single point in time and space*

*notices MP and DM are performing their mating ritual again*

*flops into a beanbag with a fed-up sigh and exudes not-inspired-to-do-any-work-ness*

*has been thinking about photography all day*

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

Not the sort of fare a 12 year old should be witnessing - cover up DM and MP.

[Michael Palaeologus]

Wont!

Set the doggie on him DM!

[dulwichmum]

This is filth - shame on the lot of you. You know Mr Batdog is back in town don't you? He will have the lot of you. He really is the most clever and handsome forumit, and he has big shiney teeth!

[SimonM]

>>I'm just going to embalm my feet in vinegar if thats ok<<

As long as it is balsamic (this is ED after all B))

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Wonders why Mockneys feet are covered in pumpkin casserole?*

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

This is a little know ritual in the Established Church, not dissimilar to Maundy Thursday. Performed a fortnight before Halloween it protects the dunker from witches and ghoulies. The Queen (GBH) regularly goes to districts such as Rye Lane and can be seen mashing pumpkins to apply to the plates of impoverished, footsore peasants.

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Wow - I never knew that*

*Mockney - were you annointed by the actual Queen? - sort of Maundy marinaded?*

[mockney piers]

*wraps feet in cling film*

I'll never wash them again!!

[Ant]

mockney piers Wrote:

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> *wraps feet in cling film*

> I'll never wash them again!!

No change there then.

[Keef]

*Crawls in thinking "I'm not as young as I used to be"*

*Goes to sleep in a corner so as to save strengh for all day drinking and sports fest tomorrow*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Have some cold cheesy pumpkin casserole thingy Keef, its from the Queen and is a cure for all known ills*

[dulwichmum]

Walks sadly into quiet room, feeling very old but looking pert and fabulous in white jeans with fabulous pedicure.

Orders large espresso and sneaks small bottle of Baileys out from enormous handbag - thinks to self; "breakfast."

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Bursts through door, followed by a large brass band playing "Hello Dolly*

*SHE HAS RETURNED, DM IS BACK!! REJOICE, REJOICE*

*Big hugs to the lovely one, you're looking rather pert today my dear*

[dulwichmum]

*Sniffs "Darling Michael, you will make me cry. I have been working so hard of late with not a minute to spare and then - I had a dreadful birthday" (wails unconsolably)...

[lozzyloz]

Trips head over heels into room and crashes into large drum

"Who left that French Horn on the floor?"

"Er, belated birthday greetings DM!"

Here's your prezzy, sorry it's late."

Drags over very big sports car shaped box tied with a red silk bow.

[dulwichmum]

*Jumps up and down with glee. Plants enormous big kiss on Lozzyloz and rips off paper. *

Shrieks with delight "Hurrah" and jumps in with special chum.

*Glances over at the lovely Michael...*

"You know how much I love you, now where are my presants???"

[Keef]

*Walks in exhausted after a long day walking around London looking for rings*

*Makes mental note not to leave everything to the last minute in future!!!!*

*Hands DM a small gift wraped box......*

*Pours a very very large drink!*

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

Enters and points out to Keef that 'loking' should be verboten now that he is about to be spliced.

[Keef]

*Edits previous post* ;-)

[citizenED]

*offers quiet congrats to Keef whilst fetching him a large drink*

*empathises with him re the living things to last minute thought*

*pours a stiff one for self*

*steadied self for another wakeful night...sigh*

[dulwichmum]

*Looks at Mr Keef - visibly shocked...*

*Why Mr Keef, but you are betrothed already, and I am a married lady! - Indeed, you are a devilishly handsome man though... and I love nice rings!!!*