The Gisborne Institute of Broadsword Polishing and Leather Lustering

[SupermassiveLBD]

Motto: Honi soit qui mal y pense

Master Classes available in:

Smouldering
Stompy boot wearing
Pointy weapon waving, and the effective deployment thereof
Exotic equestrianism
Imperatives
and The cause and alleviation of damsels' distress (Godwyves also welcome)

Mr A are you not going to stay and have a Dance with me? I am a terrible elegant dancer.

It's very brave of him too, ladies, isn't it?

Don't worry Richard - I've got my combats on and I'll take care of you .

Evening, ladiez.

dazzling (and very much alive) grin

I hear that some of you have been mourning me but fear not,

someone put a slow record on, would they?

Sorry I'm late, have I missed much?

Pleasure to drag you round the dance floor dance with you Miss Smallprint ::cough:: I'm always first to stand up

Yes Twigs, that is utterly disgraceful behaviour. leave some for us

Right, Twigs is licking The Man's neck - why not his Twiglets, my dear? Or is the magnum of Chateau Gizzy ruining your aim?

::grabs place in queue for stepping on toes dancing::

Just before you go Mr A how about a spin to this?

::jealous of Small and Twigs::

Do I deduce there's a party tonight?

Have I missed much?

Oh, Sergeant Porter!

At the risk of causing confusion...

::spins Small across the dance floor::

Hope you enjoyed that - later!

Evening!!!

LadyD, I will move onto Twiglets later but I'm rather enjoying my current snack at the moment (see, I told you I liiked my vampire films!)

Hello Hunk! There is indeed a party but you may need to take a ticket and wait your turn.

LadyV, we have been quite restrained so far. Though I did perform a rather saucy little number for him on the previous page.

Well this is as near to a party as you can get, virtually,. Hunk. Welcome.

Who is this imposter misusing my name?

::contemplates lying on the floor and clutching RichardArmitage's ankles to stop him leaving before he's danced with me::

::settles for modest yet winsome smile and passes over a cup of tea::

I would like to dedicate to you, Sir Guy!

Ah, I see Sir Guy is with us, too. I didn't think he'd have thebrasss neck energy after his little escapade earlier in the day.

::muffles a snigger at 'Crispin'::

Sorry

Later? Is that a promise??

bother, my crossing out self-destructed