Quiet room...

[Polly D]

*Swaps MP's battered copy of Roger Red Hat for own Jennifer Yellow Hat, takes wobble board away and lends Keef Billie Blue Hat instead*

*Settles down in the hammock for a spot of light reading*

[Ant]

*joins in with crude imitation of a didgeridoo*

(Crude as in not very good, rather than crude as in obscene.)

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Walks in followed by lactating donkey now in sort of donkey sized maternity-bra. Notice that donkey is starting to bob-about rythmically - Mrs Dobbin is getting into the groove! Fantastic.

*Settles in comfy chair to watch the masterpiece emerge from the creative brush of Mockney*

*Enjoying the wobbling Keef*

[Ant]

*realises is being noisy in the quiet room*

*desists*

*looks around, a bit lost for what to do next*

[mockney piers]

* ooh Jennifer yellow hat, reminisces about first crush *

* settles down with good read, gets wet paint on jumper *

* doesn't tap feet to fake didgeridoo skills *

* admires masterpiece, should make keef feel at home *

 

[Keef]

*Smiles at Piers, inclines head towards masterpiece and gives thumbs up sign*

*Settles in to lazyboy with Billy Blue Hat book and hopes they visit the triangle forest in this one!*

*Smiles at realisation that Billy looks like an early scally with his wooly hat*

*Wonders why Polly didn't mention Jenifer's brother Johnny Yellow Hat*

*Thinks to self "I'm going to move on to Bangers and Mash books soon* :))

[drum_saturdaygirl]

whispers....

"Excuse me but has anyone seen my oh-so trendy neon-orange plastic 'croc' shoe......i lost it whilst practising yoga-pilates in this quiestest of quiet rooms....."

*looks around, lifting up a huge stack of 'dulwich life' magazines*

"hmmmm......"

[dulwichmum]

Whispers quietly in reply - "here it is, I am afraid Freya has planted a sunflower feed in it for your nursery school project, it would be a shame to take it out now, look it has started to grow!"...

[drum_saturdaygirl]

superbly practising library-esque whisper....

"ah well you best keep it; freya evidently has a wonderful aptitude for gardening"

*shuffles off to the side feeling slightly out of place*

*picks up toothbrush and quietly brushes teeth in the corner*

[Mark]

*hands drum_saturdaygirl a class of Dave and Sam's finest wine*

*looks over tonight's landscape which is a sunset over the pacific islands*

*chinks glasses with drum_saturdaygirl and welcomes her to the quiet room*

*relaxes in big comfy sofa*

[drum_saturdaygirl]

to avoid all need for noise...

*directs a thumbs up at mark*

perfect. makes a mental note of the extreme comfort of this particular big sofa. relaxing beats coffee making at the Drum anyday.

whispers...

"charades, anyone?!"

*blushes*

.....since conversation is classed as noise, its the only quiet game i could think of!

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Giggling - not quite sure how to do mimes in this reality*

*Welcomes Drum-Saturdaygirl with a wave*

*What things you have missed, swimming in abundance, remarkable views of amazing landscapes, genital mutilation by a dog looking remarkably like the Drum's doggie, lactating donkeys .....*

*Many more excitements to come*

[bagpuss78]

*Motions enthusiastically to drum_saturdaygirl, would be up for game of charades*

*thinks to self why don't people play charades more often, it's such jolly fun!*

[clare]

*lounge user*

*2 words*

*first word 2 syllables*

*sounds like "Bristol"*

*second word 1 syllable*

*sounds like "beer"

[dulwichmum]

Laughs out loud, holds up sign,... Clare you are a genius!

[Keef]

*Thinks to self, Crystal never would've worked that out himself ;-)*

[dulwichmum]

I almost choked on my coffee when I read the mime myself, I think I have destroyed my keyboard, it is all dried now and icky...

[Ant]

*shakes head at self, as took far too long to work it out*

[drum_saturdaygirl]

*waves happily back at everyone and with a renewed sense of enthusiasm begins to tap foot*

whispers to the closest person....

"so why is this room quiet anyway? whose idea was that?!"

[bagpuss78]

*Places buttocks on enormous beanbag, Misjudged height of beanbag so landing was somewhat unladylike*

*smiles to all around, closes eyes and relaxes in serenity of surroundings*

(desperately trying to think of good charade to perform)

[dulwichmum]

Please, please now, have we not all spent some time inside The Garrick Club? Really - Ladies! Beanbags?

Shhhh...

[capt_birdseye]

*Accidentally farts. Hopes nobody heard but goes red regardless.

[bagpuss78]

*Laughs silently*

*screws up nose, pwee! stinky!*

[Ant]

*staggers in, worn out by a long day entertaining children and guests*

*spies a beanbag next to bagpuss and thinks it looks comfy*

*flops down and sinks deep into it*

*settles back and yawns behind hand*

*screws up nose, but is too tired to move to another seat*

[bagpuss78]

*is a bit concerned that ant thinks it was one that created the bottom burp smell*

*pokes ant and points over to capt_birdseye waving hand over nose*