Quiet room...

[dulwichmum]

Thank you kindly sir, you really are my knight in shining armour. I wonder if Batdog will ever return (sigh)...

[Michael Palaeologus]

*He is happy playing with Mrs Dobbin*

*If you know what I mean*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Incidentally, did you see this picture of you and Ana at the West Dulwich fair thing?*

[dulwichmum]

Dear Michael,

I think you will in fact find that it is a picture of you dressed up as a laydee, and the caption should read something along the lines of; "Please Michael, would you wash your pits and use some lifeguard? The overpowering stench of cabbage is terrifying the livestock"

[Michael Palaeologus]

Sprouts.

[dulwichmum]

To the showers with you!

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Shuffles off toward the showers, loofer in hand*

[dulwichmum]

"Loofah Mr Popadopalus, and bring this with you too!"

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Harsh Madam, Harsh - I need a sturdy Loofah for my tagnuts >:D<*

[dulwichmum]

http://www.dogguide.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/jackrussell.jpg

"Speaking of "tagnuts", Batdog here hasn't had his supper, go get him boy..."

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Thats not Batdog - thats cute ickie bow-wow*

*Now this is batdog, surely?*http://www.cune.edu/resources/docs/Marketing/Bulldog_noCU_BLACK.jpg

[dulwichmum]

My cute little doggie is a force to be reckoned with - rather like his mistress.

Anyway, I couldn't fit that great big porker in my handbag unless I wanted the biceps of a prop forward!

[Brendan]

*fades in*

*Looks around at the festive decoration*

*Looks down at himself. Still in black and white and not looking very festive*

*Steps out of black and white and hangs it up on the coat rack for future use*

*Emerges from his retro folly, resplendent in a red jumper embroidered with snowflakes, bobble hat, green tweed plus-fours and black patent leather hobnails.*

*Takes up Waterford Crystal pint pot and fills it with port from the decanter.*

*Shakes left boot to dislodge Bat dog?s amorous attentions*

*Pulls up a chair by the fireplace*

*Opens a leather bound book: ?The Complete Dialogues of Plato?*

*Starts reading a copy of ?Judge Dredd vs. Lobo: Psycho-Bikers vs. The Mutants From Hell? hidden between the pages*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Ah the marvellous Plato - is he still "The Law"?*

[citizenED]

*Slides in, feeling "blue". Eyes light up with the warm glow of the open fire and the fairy lights*

*feels spirits lifting already*

*notices Brendan, looking the part, reading Plato*

*poor guy is smirking - the text is obviously too difficult for him*

*opens the no.11 window on the Advent Calender since nobody else has bothered*

*....what? a pile of sherbert fountains - yippee!*

[Keef]

*Walks in carrying silver tray piled high with mince pies*

*Offers tray around*

Sits in lazyboy and proudly opens Spiderman comic... Wishes there was someone else around who liked comics, always feel a bit inferior when they start talking about philosophy*

[Brendan]

*Grapples with the theory that: Even though physical objects are imperfect expressions of their ideal forms they can still very easily get blown to buggeration with a Super-Megatron Nuclear Space Blaster ?.*

[Keef]

*Considers power of the Super-Megatron Nuclear Space Blaster when compared to the Ghostbusters "Proton Pack" which was effectively based around an unlisensed nuclear accelerator*

[Brendan]

*Sticks a sherbet fountain up his nose and a mince pie in his mouth*

*Searches index to see what Plato has to say regarding Proton Packs*

[citizenED]

*scoffing mince pies and chomping on a liquorish stick, guffaws as Plato bounds out of his kennel and starts licking Mocky Mease's face*

[dulwichmum]

Wanders elegantly into quiet room, singing to self. "Gosh I look stunning in a full skirt. I don't think that the red suits you though Michael..."

http://www.clown-ministry.com/images/white-christmas-danny-kaye-bing-crosby.jpg

[Brendan]

*Gets halfway through a wolf whistle before remembering himself and cutting it short*

*Blimey that?s just brought back a boyhood memory of the year the Vicar?s wife played Mrs Claus in the Christmas Charity Play*

*Shifts around uncomfortably in his chair*

*Wipes mince pie and sherbet from his jumper and refills crystal pint pot with port*

*Offers decanter around*

[AllforNun]

Walks in with a double keyed French horn & a "I love Nunhead" banner and waits

[Keef]

*Is reminded by Brendan's story of the carol service a couple of years ago. Having been roped in to sing tenor, turned up pissed, and insisted on a big kiss from the female vicar after the service* :-$

[Brendan]

*Tries to banish image of Keef and Dawn French from his mind*

*French... French.. Where have I seen that lately?*

*Spots a French horn*

*Unhooks the Super-Megatron Nuclear Space Blaster ? from its home above the fireplace*

*Sets dial 1 to Silent*

*Sets dial 2 to Sub Atomic Dystrophy*