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[PasstheTwiglets]

I am brain-dead tonight so this is rubbish - just a place-holder. Please do something else if you can think of a decent one!

How strange that you don't know if you imagined it or it was real!

LadyD, you probably know some of his songs but didn't realise who sung them. You MUST know Sweet Caroline...

Sweeeeet Caroline...

(come on, altogether with the next 3 notes...)

Or my favourites 'you don't bring me flowers' and 'beautiful noise'

That's not how it goes, Small...

, I didn't know but I will keep very quiet and nod knowledgeably at all musical references, henceforth.

Oh yes, I know 'Sweet Caroline' and having listened to Maud's links I also know 'I'm a believer' but that's because the Reeves and Mortimer version was played at every sixth party we had .

:)

Sorry Twigster sweet Caroline dur dur dur good times never seemed so gooood

Thankyou, that's better.

Though I would've gone with BA BA BA instead of dur dur dur, but I will let you off.

Even the busker at the Tube station was playing Sweet Caroline last night! It was because my mater is a big fan of Mr D that I was there, as the Aged Parents could not use their tickets.

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Have I emptied the room with my singing?

If we do a Neil Diamond singalong I'll be the requisite one at the back who has no idea of the words but lustily joins in with the sweet Caroline dur dur dur each time.

(I actually don't think my mum was a ND fan, I was just being naughty!)

Picky

Sorry, Small, I didn't catch that...?

Ain't no Sunshine is one of LordD's favourite songs. He just got very excited when I opened the link.

I mist be away to bed before the smallboy awakes again. Send sleepy thoughts this way please.

Night, Smallio! I'm orf too, night all. Good luck with the little man's sleeping tonight!

Night Small

I am glad to have brought harmony, both musical and marital, to The Priory. And, oh, Twiggy, that link to the home movie footage of me and my fiance. It is exquisite beyond words.

::collapses on the Aubusson::

::has the presence of mind, as she falls, to clutch at Mr Thornton so that he falls on top of her::

::looks back in a slightly scandalised way at Maud::

::Muffled sounds::

Good night ladies! Are you still around, Massive?

::Further muffled soumds::

I've been corrupted by all you wanton floozies, that's what it is.

::closes drawing room door firmly and ushers Dixon upstairs::

RESULT! We've finally dragged Maud down to our level .

::Clambers out from underneath Mr Thornton::

But I think you misunderstand, LadyDamerel. I had, as you know, swooned onto the carpet as a consequence of Twiggy's beauteous vid and Mr Thornton had purely by accident (ahem) fallen on top of me. As we were deep in discussion of Plato at the time, and as I was somewhat enervated by my consumption of Polish cordial, we decided to continue our philosophical debate on the floor. Those muffled sounds you heard were me arguing with Mr Thornton about the correct interpretation of the Socratic Dialogues.