Lucasian Study Centre, University of Milton North

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Just in case no one opens a better one

That girl is as bad as Teri the Fangirl

Will pop over for a read in a mo T

OK I have treated myself, I have just ordered series 7&8 of Spooks. 9 is too expensive at the mo.

Another case of rampant slippery mouse finger virus, here, in poor SmallPrint.

Dr Track, if you don't get your act together you might get Struck Off.

This virus is more contagious than swine flu, I wonder if the good dr has a vacination he could give us??

Have succumbed to temptation and am about to jump in the bath with Moving On on portable dvd player. Will file report later...

All this watching stuff in the bath... I suppose it's practical, it contains all the drool.

Helloooo!!!!!

Helloooo!!!!!

Sorry about the double post...how is everyone?

Sorry, Phoenix, I was temporarily time traveling! How are you doing, this fine eve?

I wonder if I can apply for a job as Dr Who's new assistant, after my time travelling tonight? Though I would need a new Dr Who, though,can I choose my own?

Anyone here???

Hello, quiet tonight eh?

You called?

Congrats on your moment of fame, Phoenix!

Oh yeah!!! I was mentioned!!!!

Bonsoir, Mme Techno

Look what I'm looking at. No surprises there, then...

Fantabuloso, Phoenix, well done!

Nice - I don't remember seeing that one before, Theresa...

The thing is, I didn't do anything!!! Not that I can remember that is!

Come on Phoenix, Spill! Fame? Mentioned in dispatches by Military Intelligence?

Excellent strutting and sneering from Messire Gisborne, as always. I, meanwhile, have been at the ball-ay.

::Throws shapes en pointe::

GTN, Phoenix...Guy Thornton North...

A Day in the Life of Guy Thornton-North

A sliver of early morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the lightly stubbled jaw of Guy Thornton-North. Stirring, he groaned huskily and stretched his long limbs underneath the duvet like a particularly fine breed of cat.

He threw off the covers and strode to the shower. Flicking on the hot water, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, slipped out of his boxers and stepped into the cubicle. The Prada shower gel was cold as he smoothed it to his warm, wet skin and soon Guy was feeling considerably more awake than he had been just a few minutes earlier.

Steam was still rising from Guy?s finely muscled torso as he wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist and headed to the wardrobe. He pondered for a minute before selecting a soft, white shirt and perfectly fitting dark blue jeans. He threw on a rugged black jacket and headed out the door to the street below, where his gunmetal grey Mercedes convertible was waiting for him?

Oh, I see, but Barry the Goblin doesn't know that, does he...?

I am going to have to head off in a moment...just been ripping some of my new audiobooks ready for the train tomorrow!