Quiet room...

[Michael Palaeologus]

Dont drink out of that glass Kel, it has some of DM's white spirits in it. She likes it as an "eye-opener" in the morning, before she moves on to Meths for elevenses.

[KalamityKel]

blimey! Fanx for the warning! Can't b doing wiv anything like that just yet!!! :-$

[dulwichmum]

Ahhh, thats better. I love a nice tipple at lunch time, just after my breakfast gin, and my elevenses (couple of pints of Stella)...

[KalamityKel]

Fs DM wot is ya like woman!

[citizenED]

*KalKel seems to be overdoing it on the hob-nobbing front*

*rubbing shoulders with slebs on Thurs and then again on Friday;-)*

*no wonder she's laying low in here*

[KalamityKel]

I'm now considering moving in here permenantly! I'm having a mild panic attack at work at the mo!

[citizenED]

*all the games you want in here without from citical comments*

*as long as they are *mind* games of course*

[Michael Palaeologus]

Wise words Obi Wan CitizenED, my small, green, wrinkly chum.

[dulwichmum]

Darling Michael, Prince Harry has made it frightfully trendy to be seen with a rugged ginger man about town (more fashionable arm candy than an "it bag" or tiny doglet even!). Come over here sweetie and sit on my knee, now tell me, do you own a pair of combat trousers and perhaps some kind of body armour and a second hand motor bike at all?...

[KalamityKel]

DM u wanna borrow the handcuffs I just swiped from a very unfriendly armed police officer? And the stick thingamy? :))

hmmm we may need to rename the room! ;-)

[dulwichmum]

Oh Kalam, what does a girl have to do around here to get some action?

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

DM - is the rumour true that Michael's codpiece is fashioned from kevlar?

[SteveT]

Does he have a wet plaice under his cod-piece:)

[Michael Palaeologus]

Swaggers in, dressed in a medlee of camouflage, Browning automatic stuck in waist band of trousers (hence the Kevlar cod-piece) and SA80 cradled in arms. Killer sun-glasses adorn face, sun bleaced ginger barnet is offset by deep desert tan. Steely thews bulge from TIGHT cut combat trousers.

"Hi Chicks, my weapon needs oiling. Wanna help?"

[dulwichmum]

OHMYGOD!!! Swoon... crash.

[Michael Palaeologus]

At least in here I am appreciated.

Effortlessly lifts the swooning DM into muscular arms and carries her to sofa. Notes tempting glimpse of alabaster skin beneath the sheerest of gowns.

"Here dear lady have a small snifter of the finest brandy. As a distressed maiden, may I relieve you of at least one reason for your distress?"

[dulwichmum]

Pass me a pint glass dear heart...

[Michael Palaeologus]

I can do better than that dear Lady.

Attaches an intravenous to the beautious creature and sticks a bottle of Courvousier in the other end.

Now, to wait for her to drift away to sleep ...........

[dulwichmum]

I love you Mr Palogopodupallllllllsssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.................

[Michael Palaeologus]

Oh good grief.

Fetches bucket, towel, large glass of water.

Here we go again .......

[SteveT]

It's about time you two shacked up innit(?)

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

But Steve T - they've already got a room!

[Michael Palaeologus]

Shshshshshsh..

I think somebody has a bit of head ache this morning.

[KalamityKel]

*sneaks in and huddles up in corner hoping no one will see her*

[dulwichmum]

OH MY GOD !!!

I have the hangover from hell.

What have you been saying SteveT? I am a married lady afterall. This is a case of unrequited love. Michael adores me, but I am aloof, distant and demure - er... I think.