Quiet room...

[mockney piers]

* emerges from a single point with something of a squelch *

* has a moment of sickening realisation that I'm about 4 feet above three feet to the left of Ant's boat *

* lands in river with surprisingly little splash, flounders a bit and swims to bank *

* towels self down before more successful materialisation on Ant's boat *

* pours glass of Pimms, the life!! *

[Ant]

*nods to Mockers*

*raises a single eyebrow to indicate that that emerging from a singularity business can take quite a while to get right*

*refreshes pimms and gives the boat a gentle kick of acceleration in order to supply the lightest of cooling breezes*

[TillieTrotter]

*may I come aboard Captain*

[Huguenot]

*surfs up with a roar of outboards going into reverse, bow wave crashes over family of voles trashing their home, propeller wash churns up river bottom and spatters mud across wednesday morning picnickers*

*bikini clad wannabe essex girls titter admiringly and grab for another asti spumanti*

*can't understand disapproving frowns...*

[Bellenden Belle]

*Lifts sunglasses*

*regards Huguenot and his scantily clad women*

*The sun has got to me I fear....where is my James Bond, for heaven's sake!*

*Lowers sunglasses*

[citizenED]

*straightens tux*

*affixes cigarette into silver plated holder. drags luxuriantly*

*notes seemy behaviour of folks on the water*

*tuts diapprovingly*

[Bellenden Belle]

*glasses lowered to tip of nose*

*an approving, lingering glance*

in the background the faint sound of "Diamonds are Forever"

[Keef]

*Enters room, and fidgets lots*

*Thinks to self I have so much work to do, but really can't concentrate as I'm rather excited about tonight* :-S

[mockney piers]

* motions to all that they are welcome aboard luxury 74 foot cruiser upon the Danube, miraculously diverted by the quiet room, much to the chagrin of thousands of central europeans *

* opens 1855 Moet & Chandon with unusual sound not unlike Ant's materialisations *

* pours from Balthazar bottle liberally to all *

* shakes and pours a martini * *dum diddle ah dum dum - de de - dum diddle ah dum dum *

[TillieTrotter]

*whistles admiringly at Mockers new toy*

*accepts beautifully chilled glass of champers*

[citizenED]

*nods to Mockney - shake one for me too*

*scans lounge for Pussy Galore*

[mockney piers]

* hands over the martini made for citizenED in the first place ;) *

* raises own g&t, cheers *

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Pops into being and finds self on boat - excellent*

*Ah I get sea sick on a pedalo*

*Dashes to side of boat*

[dulwichmum]

Appears in Quiet Room as if by magic, holding empty champagne glass...

"Did Mr Mockeny say 1855 Moet & Chandon?"

DM

[citizenED]

*verbalises to self: name is ED, citizen ED in Connerian accent. Doesn't quite have the right ring to it*

*starts on fourth Martini, chases down with Moet. TFI Friday*

*hold on a minute - is it really only WEDS!*

[dulwichmum]

Looks sadly at CitizenED, it is true, it is only Wednesday!

Pours another two glasses...

[BarryRoad]

*falls asleep dreaming of 'The Veuve' instead of Carlsberg*

*stirs and thinks, 'I'd quite like to witness a discussion on fine champagne between DM and my girlfriend'*

*passes out again*

[dulwichmum]

Wakes up with a start,... Jumps out of special chair and grabs enormous handbag -

Thinks to self: "Aah, another hangover".

Feels like brain has become dehydrated and is stuck to one side of the inside of skull...

Walks carefully out of quiet room.

While wondering how great it would be to discuss champagne with Mr Barry Roads girlfriend - Krug really is a favourite of mine...

[BarryRoad]

*sips rather disgusting instant coffee out of ex-housemate's faded Liverpool mug (needs to do washing up, it's not out of choice, sorry Keef!)*

*Hopes the service at the CPT last was good, as was serving Mark, feels a bit bad for giving him the 'one minute' finger when being given ED postcards!*

Edit 12:56pm: *Utters profanities under his breath having dropped a spent match in his coffee by accident*

[citizenED]

*enters Quiet Room sheepishly*

*raises eyebrow to BarryRoad - admiring Coffee and Matchstick cocktail*

*sidles over to bar*

*looks in mirror*

*places head in hands...*

[Ant]

*munches on skittles sours*

[mockney piers]

* sits grumpily in the corner *

* hrharharmm - project managers *%&^*#&@#'%^ - harrumph *

* glowers a bit *

[TillieTrotter]

*Cheer Up Mockers, go fetch that lovely boat and we can mess about on the water again*

[Ant]

*hands Mockers a skittles sour*

*quietly agrees and understands*

[citizenED]

*or you could borrow my project manager zapper*