What happened last night at quarter to midnight? I staggered into the garden looking for Edgar who was pleasuring a young woman in the hedge and the door locked behind me, the lights went out and the house fell silent. Couldn't get back in. My attempts at conversation were just thrown back at me.
I was about to phone Fingers to get him to come and restart the party.
Hmmm.....
Empty bottles. Fags stubbed out in plant pots. Pringles trodden into the carpet. An item of underwear on the speaker cabinet.
But no one around. Not a sound.
Now you have described a normal morning in the ABC office, Stephen. What about the party?
I did not miss it, by the way. I silently and soberly patrolled the area, remembering all and mentally photographing the...er...sights...
Who said blackmail?
Shame on you!
I cannot say yet. Gotta let this one run a bit.
You would be surprised how many frantic off-thread emails I have had already.
It seems a lot of people left the party last night and came round to the office and got up to all sorts of questionable activities.
I blame Edgar, who tells me I was there.
oooh!!
*hics*
have had several large voddies already to go with my large rump.... have a sideboard full of contraband stolichnaya....
let me choose the music.... hrmm..... no billy boast or smiths...something partyish..... *flicks past uriah heep quickly*
the chilis new cd....
Tennis anyone?
Ohhhh, I am using my new laptop on the web for the first time. It's a Dell so that means I can use the chat rooms...strictly virtuous....ah...virtual...of course.
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