Black shirts, Cravats, Black Leather and Orange Jumpsuits - The School of Fashion at the University of Milton Northern

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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!

Can I join the party too? Claude is very nice and all that but it does get a bit tiresome sitting on his chin all day and I fancied a change of scenery.

Do we have any nuts? (NO, Spiro!)

PMSL, Tufty!

Thought I would just share a Thing Of Beauty

Hi Tufty!

Thanks for the help Small, now how about I show you how grateful I am.

Oh Spooky joking aside, that is just... just...

.

::collapses at BiteyKnight's feet::

Oh yes.

Well ladies, it's been an absolute pleasure, as usual, but I fear that I have to leave the party before I turn into a pumpkin. *

Bitey-knight, everyone and I hope you had a lovely party, Small! Come on now, Lucas, up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire with me...

• Honestly, the things that come up when you Google them never cease to amaze me...

I am loving the DJ tonight, btw.

::raises glass of Gizzy to Cara:: Can I get you a drink, my dear delight?

It seems I got here just in time.

Wow that is a thing of beauty, shame Lucas has gone off comms.

Never mind JP has a surprise in store for me, I wonder what it could be? . Night all and thanks for a fun party!

Muchas gracias AR!

ROFL at SFtP

Night night Spooky and Lukey. Now there's a combo to build dreams upon.

Looks like Wench enjoyed rubbing Gizzy's feet, then...

I guess it's time to

oh no, I missed Small!

::pulls MW in tight for a dance and a bit of neck attention::

Ladies, I am sorry to arrive so late at this fine soiree. Would anyone care to join me in a stately quadrille?

I think it's time we left this place wench ::holds out elegant hand from atop Richie::

The DJ's clearly not getting any action tonight then...

"Hello, Spirokabs...pick up in Hebden Bridge? I'm on my way!"

Night night Small, too and Happy Birthday.

Cara, loving your DJ-ing btw. Especially that one

Oh where, oh where has my Gizzy gone
Oh where oh where can he be?
With his hair cut long and his temper short
Where, oh where can he be?

Oh for goodness sake MrT, now what's a girl to do?

I was just about to coax Gizzy off to my boudoir and you suddenly appear.

::moral dilemma::

(Is it really very wrong that the mental image produced entirely by the words in relation to MrT has made me feel very wibbly [blush)

::takes Gizzy's hand and scrambles inelegantly astride::

There's only so much refinement one can take in a day.

See ya MrT!

Cara, I think there's a RAke after you, he has a certain sneer about him which suggests he's in a dangerous mood.

Looks like i'll have to do my Lady of Shalott thing

Gizzy has gone orf with Another!

Unless a northern gentleman might take pity on a Damsel in Distress?

Too late, you wrinkly (well, you are medieval) old baggage. I'll solve your moral dilemma for you.

Darling. Alone at last.