The Kennedy Institute of Accountancy and Woolly Jumpers: University of Milton North

[PassTheTwiglets]

Here we go again, ladiez!

Let's all make passes at Harry in glasses

Snuggly!

Beautiful smile

Dawn French is one lucky lady

Who wouldn't want to come home to this on their sofa?

::pouts::

Can't watch any of those videos - phone won't let me. Away this weekend.

Can you see the screencaps, at least, Lady Venetia? That last one made my day!

Yes I can see photos

Keep 'em coming!

Good evening, ladies. Would anyone care to join me in a glass of Chateau Gizzy?

Oooh, Maud, just the thing, we had friends round for tea and I am flagging!

Er, I hardly dare ask, but.........?

::Proffers Chateau Gizzy::

So sorry to keep you waiting, Massive. We've been out to a private view followed by dinner, doncha know. Now I am enjoying a glass of wine with a dear, dear friend.

And please do not ask about the bl@@dy telly. We paid extra for bl@@dy timed delivery, and at fifteen minutes after our slot we were still standing om the doorstep, waiting to go out, and scanning the horizon for the bl@@dy van. It may, perchance, arrive on Monday.

Could I borrow Gizzy's boots for a bit of bad-tempered stomping? Would you, ahem, put in a good word for me?

::simpers sweetly::

I am sure Gizzy would be delighted to lend his stompy boots to a dear friend of an alter-ego. He can always wear his Havaianas

Do you want spurs with those, he says.

Err, I think not. Just the boots.

::Channels Miss Whiplash and plots revenge on hapless TV (non) delivery man::

I don't have a picture of Guy's tootsies in Havaianas, but I do have a picture of his hand.

Shiverrr!

There is another one that always makes me need Small's Industrial Fan, and I can't find it. It's season three and he's on horseback, and holding his hand out to Isabella...

I think his feet are ticklish

Well, the equestrian ones are always good.

What think you to this, which I just found in the Bibliotheque de Bing?

The lighting was really excellent in so many of those interior shots, really showed up the profile to its best advantage. Not to mention all the other bits.

In the shot of his hand I mean, you can't see all that much, not the horse or his straight back, just the hand and arm, and a long thigh in those ought -to-be-illegal trousers with the laces up the side.

Oh good here it is

Yes, I thought the lighting would interest you. And the camera angle - it looks to me as if the photographer was swooned positioned at his feet!

::Wheels Small's industrial fan out of the cupboard and sets it to Arctic Blast::

Oooh, he's got lovely hands.

::revives old cello fantasy, wherein a hole is ripped in the space-time continuum and Mr Thornton is playing Elgar's cello concerto while Maud fans herself in a rose-covered arbour::

What science, exactly? Suspects she means sexual chemistry

My fantasy is far ruder than that, I am afraid.

I have no idea which science, just wanted to see again how the light seems to lick his face. So we think it was a camera-lady, then, rather than a cameraman?

That's fine. I am a very tame and boring person and so I have a tame and boring fantasy. Besides which, I'm not going to mention what happens after a gust of wind, blowing through the garden, blows Mr Thornton's cravat clean away and then suddenly, after a freak button malfunction, his floppy white shirt falls off.

Your fantasy was not tame and boring. It was quite beautiful and the sound of the cello is very stirring. It was just more refined than mine, that's all.

It was quite beautiful

Yes, especially when the wind blew his shirt off.

Very stirring

Ditto. Right. I'm orf to bed with my Saturday gardening porn. I bid you and Messire Gisborne a very good night.

Hope you have a good one, too, Maudi.

Sweet herbaceous border dreams. I can just see a nice lavender bush, with a WFS draped over the top of it, in wild abandon.

I'm off to see whether Gizzy wants his toenails painting to match his Havaianas... I can check out the exact angle that shot was taken from, then, can't it?