Quiet room...

[mockney piers]

* calmly pours TT a perfectly chilled grey goose from elegant vodka decanter, plops a single slice wha-fferrr theeen slice of lemon in *

[bagpuss78]

*rushes over to tillie in a paramedic stylee, with big bag of alcohol under arm*

*applies alcohol*

*looks around hands on hips looking like superhero who has saved a maidens life*

[TillieTrotter]

*Thanks Superpuss as blood sugar levels settle, heartbeat regulates*

[bagpuss78]

*thinks I hope tillie doesn't call me that in public, it would take alot of explaining*

*takes mind out of gutter, and resumes ladylike composure*

*your welcome tillie anything to help a fellow virtual alcoholic*

[Keef]

Heh heh heh heh "Superpuss"... heh heh heh heh.... Sorry :-$

[TillieTrotter]

*Tillie blushes, its rather saucy on this forum today she thinks*

*Settle down with pint of Peroni*

*Is SuperBag any better?*

[Ant]

Arf! Superpuss!

*regains composure and apologises for making noise in the quiet room*

[bagpuss78]

*Joins tillie with a peroni.....puss....bag.....either will do!*

[Keef]

Didn't you once have a bag that looked like a... Forget it :-S

[Fear 'n boozin]

HAHAHAHAHHA. oh dear. breaths.

[citizenED]

*chortles*

*ignores animals, baggy and otherwise*

*quaffs double Famous Grouse*

[bagpuss78]

*Only according to fear'n boozin you cheeky thing you, you!*

*.....and sleeps far too much excitement for one day*

[Huguenot]

*glances in mirror and is surprised to find a heavy duty stapler hanging from left arm of spectacles*

*thinks... who threw that?*

[Asset]

*comes in - guilty of procrastination*

*lots of work to do but just can't be bothered*

*lots of feathers around the place today*

*reaches for the drinks trolley, perhaps a sharpener to set me up*

ho hum

thinks: not much going on in here yet

[dulwichmum]

Walks in wearing strange space suit thingy and holding a Starbucks Vente latte.

Announces loudly - "the fumigators are spraying out the room - those feathers are sure to be full of fleas"...

Sits in special arm chair.

Bangs aluminium cup thingy off mask of special space suit in a vein effort to drink.

Thinks "Rats" to self, marches out to get a straw.

Passes fumigators in door way...

[Huguenot]

*raises a warning note - there's been owls going through pockets in the cloakrooms*

[TillieTrotter]

*Its getting like Hogwarts in here*

[Huguenot]

*Bloody hell, there's serried ranks of rodents on the mezzanine wearing Prussian helmets*

*We've got trouble here*

[TillieTrotter]

*Sent message, by owl post of course, to rentakill, theyre on there way*

[Jah Lush]

I haven't been in here before. Just thought I'd pop in so I could avoid Big Brother. Yikes! Bloody hello there's rats in here. Leaps onto nearest sofa, screams like a big woosie. Get me outta here. Oh! no one's just run up my trouser leg. Help!!!!

[mockney piers]

* skips in with (very quiet) pipe, piping a (very quiet) tune *

* skips and lollops as all manner of vermin form an orderly queue behind *

* skips and gambols a la la la out into the dingly dell leaving the quiet room all happy and clean *

[mockney piers]

* appears from a point in space with a faint pop and a whiff of drowned rat *

* falls to floor and twists ankle, still not getting the hang of this *

* offers Jah Lush a brandy for the shock, purely medicinal of course, coincidence that it's a 40 year old armangac *

[Jah Lush]

Marvellous, well done. Three cheers for Mockney. Gets down from the sofa, swigs large balloon glass of "bloody hell this stuffs good, may I have another?"

[TillieTrotter]

*Shakes head at Jah, Honestly, You'd think we were a bunch of alcoholics in here!!!!*

[Jah Lush]

Well I am. Which reminds me I've got an AA meeting to go to. Obviously I still drink but under a different name. Swigs last of glorious '66 Armagnac and rushes for the door, byeeee.