Quiet room...

[dulwichmum]

I actually had images of my parentage along these lines...

http://www.siamweb.org/sanook/movies/handbill2/handbill/hb300/evita/images/evita3.jpg

Say no more Michael...

http://www.kivasminiatures.com/images/ebay/New/Suckling_Pig2.jpg

[Michael Palaeologus]

Surely .....

http://www.sterlingtimes.co.uk/pinky_perky_record.jpg

[citizenED]

*tip-toes into QR sporting hot pair of max black-out shades*

*all this visual noise in the QR is rather blinding*

*seeks out favourite chair - flops into it and cracks open an extremely well deserved Newcastle Brown*

*opens packet of Family Sized pork scratchings*

*that'll scare the lil' piglets away*

*offers them round*

[mockney piers]

*enters quiet room - flicks on the air conditioning*

*waves to citizen though suspect he's fast asleep under those shades*

*pours a singapore sling, so much cheaper here than raffles*

*sits in chair but can't nod off, damn jet lag*

[Keef]

*Walks in and clears up pool of vomit left by Mockney after his disgusting sweet drink made him ill*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*That CitizenED is eating .. MOTHER !!!!!!!!!!!!*

[citizenED]

*glad Michael got his punctuation right*

*those two little ..'s made all the difference*

*mops brow and continues dream drinking*

[dulwichmum]

Wafts into quiet room - opens window due to vile stench...

Michael - what have you been doing in here?

Not again???

[Brendan]

*Fades in*

*Existentialy distressed after an afternoon reading Kubla Kahn while the office emptied around me*

There must be something more to this poets day business.

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

Don't worry Brendan, I believe you will find Olivia Newton John in Xanadu - she can soothe your brow.

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[Jah Lush]

*Walks into quiet room carrying old fashioned doctors' bag*

*Pours self and Brendan large Jack Daniels and a couple of pints of Guinness*

*Places bag on glass coffee table, reaches inside and pulls out two large vials marked "Weekend powder*

(Thinks...might be needing this if I'm to stay up and watch the boxing in the early hours of Sunday morning)

*Best try first...retrieves old fashioned cut throat razor from bag and starts chopping out powder into six inch lines.

*Retrieves straw from the bar and inserts into right nostril*

*Inhales deeply, sneezes and scatters powder everywhere*

*Oh bugger!*

[Brendan]

*Receives drinks gratefully and does a little (I'm glad it's the weekend) jig*

It seems to be snowing in here?

*Catches snowflakes on a framed portrait of Olivia Newton John*

[Brendan]

*Muses: Perhaps this is what Coleridge had in mind?*

[Jah Lush]

*Curses self and howls at the moon*

*Sighs deeply, pours more drinks*

"Swallows deeply and thanks the Lord it's Friday*

*Thinks I'll have to get some ProPlus from the chemist instead*

[Jah Lush]

*Notices Brendan's appalling dandruff*

*Sees that Olivia Newton John has the same problem*

*Realises, things may be retreivable after all*

*Celebrates by lighting up a Jamaican Woodbine*

*Puts Dillinger's Cocaine In My Brain on the sound system*

*Joins Brendan in a joyous skank around the Quiet Room*

[Brendan]

*Wipes finger across Olivia?s portrait and gives it a lick*

This is sherbet jah.

Did you buy it from that gingerbread man in the purple undies who has been hanging around outside White Stuff? Cutting into their trade no doubt.

[Jah Lush]

"Sherbert Brendan!!! Sherbert!!!

Why I'll kill that sonofabitch."

*Reaches inside bag for hypodermic*

*races outside of quiet room into the street baying for blood and gingerbreadman*

[dulwichmum]

Lightly pads into quiet room, realises that Jah Lush has lowered the tone substantially by turning it into a drug den - summons the local constabulary by text. Sits quietly into favourite chair, and watches as he is pounced on by large very muscular men in special uniforms and escorted to a place where he shall be unable to powder his nose for some considerable time...

"What a shame, he seemed like such a nice person...it is the family I feel sorry for"

[Jah Lush]

*Pops head in door...after being wrongfully arrested on trumped up drugs charges*

*Feels Friday night was spoiled...caught in possession of a sherbet fountain indeed*

*Now I wonder who called the cops?....Hmmm....grrrr. Nothing worse than a grass*

*Spots DM fast asleep in her favourite chair...hmmm....hmmm...nothing going on here*

*Slips out again to consult with lawyers*

[dulwichmum]

*Smiles to self, stands up and has a lovely stretch. Trots off for a shower*

*Thinks to self "it is the West Dulwich Fair today, hurrah" (it really is terribly good fun!)*

[hayesgrover]

*Pads into quiet room wearing snuggly jumper, leggings and cashmere socks. Opens a bottle of ice-cold Cava. Pours. Curls up on chaise longue. Ahhh. Looks around. Waves magic wand and QR is bedecked in green and gold decorations and a big tree with presents under for all QR residents.*

[citizenED]

*wow, christmas come early, thanks grover*

*sneaks a glass of Cava as he pulls up an armchair*

*opens the no 8 window on the huge QR advent calender*

*Wow, a case of port, Magnum of Champers, box of luxury mince pies and... fresh figs!*

*Who'll open it tommorrow?*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Yippee - Its Chrissie! I like the whole tinsel and sherbet snow thing*

*Hope DM didnt get too wet at the Wst Dulwich Hoe-down*

[dulwichmum]

*Waves hand from beneath favourite chair where I have been lying in a drunken haze since yesterday evening*

"OHMYGOD! I drank so much of that free Champagne - where has the time gone! Please Michael, help me to my feet..."

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Provides a supportive arm to the Dulwichmumwithawobbleon*

*Wiggles nose and produces a Starbucks Grande Expresso (such as thing must exist) and a Mars bar. Have these DM, kill or cure*