Quiet room...

[dulwichmum]

Lies on the floor, surrounded in a profusion of lace and petticoats.

"My word! Michael and Mr Keef - you are so very masterful!"

*Swoon*

"Is that a surgical support you are wearing Mr Popadopalot? It really is not the most becoming of accessories..."

[citizenED]

*Steps over the net curtains that have been left in a pile on the floor*

*Glad that someone has taken them down anyway - filthy, smoke-stained things*

*by-passes the two bums slogging it out*

*gosh, this place looks increasingly like a Victorian house of ill-repute*

[dulwichmum]

I very beg your pardon CitizenEd! I shall have you know that grey is very now.

[Michael Palaeologus]

"Victorian House of ill-repute?!"

*Splendid idea - pass the morphia*

*Twiddles large handle-bar moustache and gazes and Dulwichmum's ample draws*

[citizenED]

*oh, sorry folks, didn't see you down there*

*do you all mind staying still whilst I fetch another round at the bar*

*...I'm taking orders.*

[dulwichmum]

I would like a bottle of Krug and a straw. Could you please pass me a pair of Purdie shotguns from my handbag? I have a feeling that I may need to defend my honour. I can sense a man with evil intentions on his mind in my presence. I am simply gorgous you know!

[Michael Palaeologus]

*"Simply Gorgon" perhaps*

"Can I have a stiff Gin and Dubonet? A bracer is required to cope with the current vista"

[dulwichmum]

I WANT TO PLAY... WHERE IS EVERYONE? I have been trying to start a row in the general issues department - but there is no-one home (sigh).

Ah well, I will just finish off this bottle then... (sniff). There is only Delia Smith on TV making cakes from ready rolled pastry with jars of caramel sauce and frozen fruit. God that woman has a complexion like a baking apple long past it's sell by date.

Oh look, the au pairs "Look" magazine. Am I the only one to be horrified by Kylie's comedy eyebrow? It is (almost) enough to put a girl of maintenance work!

[Moos]

You wanna fight!? I'll give you a fight. I'll take you all on. Ghhjzzzz.

*falls off sofa, whacks head on tasteless coffee table on the way down, crawls under sofa in search of dropped wine glass*

I coulda bin someboddy. Ghzjjjjz.

[SteveT]

It just wasn't your night kid!

[Moos]

Yeah, I hadda glass jaw.

[SteveT]

I thought it was that 'Johnny Friendly' betting agin ya for the long odds;-)

[KalamityKel]

*peeks in room and shouts "HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"*

*listens*

ECHO ECHO ECHO ECHO ECHO

ECHO ECHO ECHO ECHO ECHO

ECHO ECHO ECHO ECHO ECHO ECHO

[Michael Palaeologus]

"Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssh - she might still be around"

"Dulwichmum, get off my foot! This wardrobe is very small"

"Keef, Steve T, Moos, Macker, PGC, CitizenED - STOP giggling back there"

*Peers through keyhole*

[KalamityKel]

"Who lives in a house like this" hehe sorry couldnt help meself!

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

Well shove that for a game of sardines. Who dropped one?

[Moos]

Hey, whose hand is that?!

*wonders whether there might be anything behind all these fur coats, then remembers we've done that gag...*

[Michael Palaeologus]

"Turkish Delight anyone? Spot of hot chocolate?"

[Moos]

Oh well, if you insist then bags I be Susan - at least she had a bit of sex appeal, unlike dull-as-GCSEs smug-as-Gervais Lucy.

[macker]

Michael Palaeologus Wrote:

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> "Turkish Delight anyone? Spot of hot chocolate?"

mmm, turkish deligh.......

[Michael Palaeologus]

I do look rather fetching in a tank-top.

[????]

Is this the room for an argument?

[citizenED]

*opens eye, sleepily*

*wonders who that shady figure was - looking like he was itching for a scrap*

*turns over*

[KalamityKel]

WAKEY WAKEY!!!

[citizenED]

*Jesu, what was that?*

*Slips back into slumber*