Quiet room...

[Keef]

*Agrees whole heartedly with Crystal*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*or Terry Scott - very strange*

[mockney piers]

* waves hello to Terry Scott playing german whist in corner of room with John Inman *

* cracks open half bottle of tokaji, and munches on freshly baked muffins and marmalade *

[Huguenot]

*notes that several of the blow-up dogs seem to have been rowfed by DM's handbag imp, who appears to be stalking them from their six o'clock. It seems this rough and ready approach to intimacy has left several of the marionettes somewhat deflated*

*considers whether to put wee timorous beastie out of his misery by removing the focus of his ardor, but comes to the conclusion that they're proving a most successful diversion from savaging mikewbate's front bottom*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Huguenot - from the front-bottom of my heart - I thank you*

*Cant help that Terry Scott is looking a little tatty - and John Inman is starting to go a little green*

*Am off to Estonia this evening, they have special mud baths for the rejuvenation of the front-bottom - expect to come back, quite literally, a new man*

[dulwichmum]

Looks up from laptop computer, waves accross at Mr Keef. Thinks to self: 'Keef really is the most darling man,' sends text to Ana to bring large bottle of Dom, lunch on tray and dancing girls for good friend Mr Keef.

Ana enters room with lunch, alcohol and dancing girls. Ana serves Mr Keef lunch, while girls try to dance quietly - not easy as Irish dancing can be rather loud...

[Keef]

*Raises glass to, and smiles at Dulwichmum* *Thinks to self, this is the life* ;-)

[Polly D]

*Wishes could somehow literally be in the quiet room with dear people (would even put up with dancing girls) if only boss would stop finding 'really important things to finish off' at ... ooh, say quarter to going home time*

*Big grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*

[dulwichmum]

Yes Ms Polly Dorner,

If it was not for certain people and their unfortunate habbits, it would indeed be paradise!

[Michael Palaeologus]

I have never worn a habbit in my life, even in Tallin, definately not here. Might suit me, plenty of room to breathe.

[dulwichmum]

Please Mr Batdog, come back... why are you not talking to us anymore?

[shambles]

*having hacked shambles account wonders if shrodinger's cat was having more fun? is this a quantum experience, or having observed this is it all completely changed anyway?))*

sorry..its the fifth column!!! its kim philby here

in fact.. stop reading this..you are changing it just by being here

[Huguenot]

it's the 'Last edit today 02:19am' that does it... :))

[mockney piers]

*stands in cornere desperately trying no to look suspicious in long mac, trilby, upturned collars and shades*

*wonders where white bear is*

*also wonders if shambles has completely lost it ;)*

[Huguenot]

broadsword calling danny boy, broadsword calling danny boy...

first correct answer earns a pint..

[Mark]

Danny Boy Calling Broadsword. Father Macree is waiting.

[Huguenot]

Marvellous!

Are you coming to the game?

[shambles]

er - just seen this and apologise :-$

had friends over for meal and far too much wine... left laptop on when i went to bed - mistake.

note to self - don't talk about EDF to non EDF friends when drinking

note to self - switch off laptop when going to bed and friends are still up drinking

[dulwichmum]

Poor Shambles!

[Huguenot]

don't believe you... ;-)

[dulwichmum]

I do, poor Shambles...

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Muses to self, this quiet room seems to be losing its allure. Also - why werent we all invited to shambles'wild party?*

*Braces self for a scandie style breakfast of salmon and scarmbled eggs, think i will pass on the pickled herring*

[dulwichmum]

Arrives for the morning sans screaming children. Settles into big comfy favourite aubergine velvet armchair with Starbucks Vente Latte, The Times, and a Belgian chocolate croissant from Au Ciel in the Village.

Waves over to Ms Shambles. Holds up enormous plackard with words "Fancy some pastry?" written on it. Dispenses au pair to serve chum...

Offers sports section of paper to Mr Mikewbate.

[Keef]

*Thinks to self, poor Shambles, it happens to the best of us* ;-)

[shambles]

*emerges from behind the biggest chair in the room where had been hiding*

*smiles at DM and gratefully accepts delicious pastries*

*thinks - what a supportive friend she is*

*sits in big chair next to keef and mikewbate, eats pastries and feels happy being in the company of such nice pals*