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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!

Too late to say goodnight to most of you I guess. We got Invaded. I am well and truly knackered and my face is frozen in the rictus that has had to pass duty as a hospitable smile all night.

Having a peek at my cadeau now Maud, but TIA.

::Noticing the emptiness of the room and the lateness of the hour, Maud drags herself to bed::

Aha! Company.

::Pours Massive a restorative glass of Polish cordial and proffers some twiglets::

Phew, thanks. I needed that, I haven't had time to catch up on tonight's jollifications. how have you all been?

I think we've all been quite well, Massive, although it sounds as if you have suffered the death of a thousand vol au vents. There has however been a ::whispers:: slight misunderstanding about the nature of the philosophical discourse that Mr Thornton and I were enjoying on the Aubusson. We certainly made a , though.

So Socrates conducted his dialogues on his Aubusson, did he? though perhaps it was a goatskin rug in those days.

nice vid of NYC, I'd love to get there some day.

That's not what I said, Massive, although I am sure that Plato and Socrates would both want us to discuss philosophy wherever and whenever the urge took us.

Yes, I badly want to go to NYC. I'm in a .

Those old pics are really something --first time i've seen most of them. Love the song too.

Thanks for the Gizzy vid meanwhile. I wish I knew a way to blank out Marian, in them all though.

And now I really am off to bed. Toodle pip, old sport.

Night night, my friend, and sweetest dReAms.

::Looks back at you::

::Wonders where Dixon left the arnica cream::

Maud - I believe arnica is recommended for bruises, not carpet burn !

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

ROFL!

we decided to continue our 'philosophical debate' on the floor - so that's what it's known as these days is it?

I have a busy time ahead today and I expect a lot of you do so too.
So I thought I'd throw in my own little contribution to our philosophical debate on the nature of philosphical debate, in the hope that it might brighten your day.

Wibbleo, ergo sum.

(Yes, Maud, I know Classical Latin has no 'W' but this is the Vulgar version}

::wafts in, smelling of arnica, calendula and aloe vera::

Vulgar isn't the half of it, my dear! But thank you for your earnest contribution to our philosophical colloquy. I am reminded of that fine ode by Tennyson, surpassing even The Crimson Petal and the White:

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away;
Half a crate of whiskey every day.

:o @ both of you

Oh rats, still no Thorin. We've just had Balin and Dwalin pics today, so that only leaves Thorin to go. At least it means he should be in a nice big all by himself :)

Wanna bet we don't see neither hide nor hair of Thorin, for a good while yet?

I get the impression PJ has a good idea of the interest there is for the Man, in certain quarters. So my guess is he'll milk it for all it's worth. Hasn't he been doing just that all along?

I'm more interested in the hide than the hair :o

::peers round door::

You're all mighty quiet tonight. Where are you? Please don't say you all have lives?

I'm halfway through Dawn French's autobiography atm and thought of you lot. There's a huge list in there of all the more memorable liptastic moments she's had.

The Man is at No.44 and is described as 'shy, giggling, loving'.

::gets fire extinguisher ready just in case Spiro spontaneouly combusts

Bugger - nearly bought that in a charity shop the other week but a quick scan revealed nothing juicy - obviously I missed that bit!

How the hell is he at No 44 though?! I presume the list is chronological rather than in order of preference?

And why would it just be me that spontanteously combusts?

I feel the need for

I think vaguely chronological, he is after George Clooney (bold, unashamed, clasped my face in both hands) and Keith bloomin' Allen (bossy, smug, scary and ultimately disappointing)

And, far, far worse he's after Jamie Theakston (second-best kisser in the world)

My respect for Dawn has just plummeted down the plughole.

Jamie Theakston. Jamie frigging Theakston ('scuse the language, Maud).

The woman has kissed Brad Pitt, Hugh Grant, George Clooney, Johnny Depp, Stephen Tompkinson and all of Boyzone and she puts Jamie Theakston in 2nd place. She is clearly deranged .

(It's an okay read though. Easy and mindless which is what I need at the mo, had to abandon the re-read of N&S because I got to the end of every page and couldn't remember what it had said.)