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Lovely Michael, and all the lovely forumites,


I have to say what a great year this has been because of this forum and also because of you my great forumite chums. I cannot tell you all how much I have enjoyed your company and sense of humour this year. I think that Mark should be Prime Minister (sniff)...


Here is your gift Michael -


http://www.blackyak.co.uk/images/products/scarves/Socks%20rainbow%20400.jpg

*Shuffles in, frankly cream crackered. New Years in Berlin is anarchic in the extreme. Only dont get drawn into an "organised" event - disappointingly ... organised. Still, the late night walk through the streets would have been familiar to General Zukhov and the Red Army circa 1945. Great fun that bit*


*Its a cold winters evening, so produces a large steaming vat of Gluwein, a yummy sticky Stollen, home made ginger bread cookies and some foaming Steins of Schwartzerbier*


*Anybody? Its the Quiet Roon and real world NY resolutions and physical frailties do not apply*

  • 2 weeks later...

*Enters room and immediately trips over discarded hod*

*Sighs at how the room has fallen into disrepair and sneezes as dust gets up his nose*

*The sound echoes around the desolate darkness*

"Is anybody here?. . . here . . . here . . . here"

*Helps self to a cold glass of Gluwein, removes German porno DVD's from armchair and sits back and reads very thin issue of What's on in Camberwell*

DM!! Look at the mess in here - where is Anna? I know that she is now about 18 months pregnant, but really.


*Picks up mouldy german cake and drops it in bin - waves cheerily at Lozzyloz before collecting German porn DVDs and slipping them behind the bookcase*


*Walks to bar and pours self a pint of Banks Mild Ale, at least in the Quiet Room I can have a January pint*

* materialises by MPs side *

* nods appreciatively and takes virtual pint of cold, sparkling, refreshing lager *

* takes llooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggg draught of said elixir *

AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.


* slowly but surely melts back into the ether *

*Klinks glass with MP and citizen ED*

*Attempts to do same with Mockney but he suddenly vaporises*

"Oh well. Cheers!"

*Dust's off one of Jah's Gladiators CD's and inserts into Libra's sound system*

*Watches with amusement as MP and citizen ED start skanking*

*Hopes DM doesn't complain about the noise*

*DM-Dread loves a bit of reggae and is often to be seen with large lumpy one dangling from her bottom lip*


*Pours self a large G&T - it is SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH a long time before the end of the month*


*Waves at CitizenED - didnt see you there before dear boy*

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