"Is that a ponytail I see in the gallery of one photo?"
No, it wasn't. It was a splash of light in the background. But you weren't the first person to mention that (my friend did, and he KNOWS I don't have a ponytail - does he think I wear an extension for DJing?) so I've airbrushed it out. A few more pics on now too. It's now a gallery of, get this, four.
ok kiddos. I am really off to bed (an hour and a half after first threatening it). Thank you for a most entertaining time - I laughed so hard I nearly peed on the cat. Sweet dreams...
Mrs Shirt has just found me giggling at the screen and dribbling down my front. I tried to explain that I was having the funniest conversation for a long time but she wasn't impressed and rammed four Voltrol down my screech, some dope the quack has given her for her RSI. So it'll be curtains soon. Mark the editor says these pills are hillbilly heroin but he reads Viz so I take his comments with a pinch of snuff.
Now Edgar is scratching at the window. Not of itself unusual, except that I'm on the first floor. He says they've put a fence round the paddling pool. He smells of gouda and I think he's been drinking.
I am sending him round to rough up haystack before the grappa wears off.
Have you actually been to bed, Mr Gardiner ?
And how do you handle the tube after 7:30am?
Unless you're chauffuered to the doors of ABC Towers every morning?
I've just become his chauffeur, Choose, it's part of the hero-worship thing. I think he'll like me in my Marlene tuxedo and feather boa.
Stephen will never have to ingratiate himself again going on those nasty tubes. It's leather interiors all the way from here on in.
*sighs*
choose,
I think Haystack is the one you should be addressing about bed. I notice he was at it in another thread at 05:50 this morning after a late night. That boy doesn't get enough sleep.
And look, I never handle the tube after seven thirty. Don't be personal.
Emma,
I am a fool for your leather interiors, but you are causing me merry hell vis-a-vis Jay who has been on the disco biscuits overnight and has come over all possessive and jealous.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Never fear, I can set Felicity on her, she used to do weight training. Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride.
*tickles Stephen with feather boa*
I had the strangest dreams last night peppered with haystacks, moons made out of gouda, Gary Moores dad, Neil the Auditor (don't know where he came from), the soundtrack to Saturday Night Fever and big fat.... eccles cakes.
And what makes you believe that someone 4"2 is a midget, Emma? Hmmm?
Nah, I'm a Sly Stallone-busting 5"9. And I do a mean Burgess Meredith impression. However, as a child, I did have mild daydreams about appearing in the sequel to Time Bandits (I didn't really grow much until I was about twenty)
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