The White Boar's Head: Student Union Bar at the University of Milton North

[DumSpiroSpero]

Student discounts available on all varieties of Chateau Gisborne and Polish Cordial.

Then we must hope RP is in no way related to Marie Antoinette, Twigs.

Unfortunately our impromptu game of Hunt the Thimble X has drawn a blank. We are now on a few rounds of Pass the Parcel Buck.

Oh dear, Massive. A policeman's wife's lot* is not a happy one, happy one.

• As opposed to Lot's wife, who was similarly afflicted.

Vois etes ca va - il n'y a rien de francais en moi! Seulement Dracule!

In fact going back to my roots so to speak I wonder whether that's why I like my neck being kissed...

Massive - hope you find it. Is it big or small? Needle haystack situation? I love pass the buck - I always win as nothin us ever my fault!!

Never mind. It was inevitable. The buck always stops with muggins in this household.

I have just been consoling myself with which was nice and smouldery to begin with, but then got a bit too angsty, so you might want to skip the last half. Or even three-quarters, for that matter.

Oooh. I like that one, Massive, but then I like Afro Celt Sound System. Is that Peter Gabriel singing there?

Have some consoling too.

According to YT, it is, Maud. I liked the line about the fallen angel. Tres a propos

Thanks for the Apparently it is All My Fault, becuase i was distracting when they came in by asking them not ot kick their shoes off all over the hall. So they forgot where they threw put it.

. Not bad either...

I love that Thornton/Higgins scene, Maud. I'm trying to find the scene where they discuss the dining hall but it doesn't seem to be in the Bibliotheque as a standalone.

My all time, most heart warming scene though is near the end after the last shift (don't want to put too many spoilers for Biscuits and RP here) when MrT finally realises and Higgins has such a tender expression on his face as he watches the realisation dawn. It gives me a little lump in my throat just thinking about it.

I think I may be a little pre-menstrual tonight because that N&S vid has made me cry . It's so beautiful.

::pours pint of polish cordial::

There's going to be a Thorin dolly!

I love the second scene you mention too Lady D. And RA's very last line. Didn't know that was coming the first time I watched N & S...thuddus maximus!

It will go beautifully with my little plastic Guy, Spiro

I see you will also be able to get a sword that glows in the dark so maybe you will be able to find the b*ggar then, when you have thrown it down somewhere

Oh I have to watch it!!! Quick I'll go out some more washing in and increase the ironin pile!!!

Taking advantage of the colonel being out to catch up in Glee!! Oh I love this level of escapism and dreaming that it could be me up there singing and dancing!!

Oh massive I misunderstood - If the kids have lost something then it is never their fault always ours as their dear caring obviously perfect mummies!!

::blows nose hard:: Watching that vid again wasn't any better. The utter desolation on his face as he watches the carriage. ::dissolves into full on howling::

- start of vid to 2 mins in and then 2m 30s until 3m 30s.

Spiro, I know. I can feel a 4 hour date with MrT coming on....

:;rolls eyes:: at the Superboys (or is it the SuperMan [sic]?) chucking their glowing radioactive stuff all over the place. I have delivered The Lecture tonight about everyone here needing to get a great deal better at keeping their own possessions in order (or simply keeping them anywhere but the floor would be a good start).

Yes, that scene when The Penny Drops is matchless. I too have looked for it without success on YT. (I never read the comments attached to the vids in the bibliotheque because so many of them are deranged a tiny bit over-enthusiastic, so hadn't seen that it was Peter Gabriel singing. Just shows what an acute ear I have, eh?)

That latest vid was lush, although the music is a bit, well, wet.

But look on the bright side, LadyD. at least Mr Thornton hasn't been and gone and done a Margaret kebab

Oh, Lady Damerel!

::collapses in a swoon::

Sorry for my absence today - DH home but poorly so nursing him

Bet RA never gets ill - pah!

It was the Boys tonight, Maud, but MrM is no better. You will know the routine, yourself.

Him: Where did I put my X?
Me: It's on the second shelf in the hall
Him; (panicked) No it's not
Me: Yes it is. (picks X up from aforementioned location} What's this then?
Him: Oh... I didn't see it.

Sory to hear that, Biscuits - for both of you!

::reaches for the lace-trimmed, lavender-scented hankie::

But look on the bright side, LadyD. at least Mr Thornton hasn't been and gone and done a Margaret kebab - Massive, you crack me up .

And that's two more things to add to Ideal Richard's list: He never suffers from Man Flu and he never, ever 'man looks'.

Oh, and he is not only able to take the plug out of the bath, but also pick out the bath toys and swill the bath round with the shower.

^And that's two more things to add to Ideal Richard's list: He never suffers from Man Flu and he never, ever 'man looks'.

Oh, and he is not only able to take the plug out of the bath, but also pick out the bath toys and swill the bath round with the shower.^

Blimey Lady D, even my RA fantasies aren't that far fetched!

Oh dear, Biscuits. I did worry whether we had frightened you off with our fanaticism intellectual rigour. Hope MrBiscuits recovers soon.

And yes, Massive, I recognise that scenario. A local variant here is

Him: Where is my [vital object, without which all life ceases]?
Me: It's on the left on the middle shelf.
Him: No it's not.
Me: [Having left what I'm doing] Oh look, dear me, it's here on the right on the middle shelf. Could you not have looked a bit harder?
Him: That shelf is 15 inches long. You're not seriously me expecting me to look along its entire length before I take you away from what you're doing and make you find it for me, are you?
Both: [sulk]

Oh Maud.

::buries head in Maud's voluminous skirts and sobs ::

The poor love. The sadness in his eyes throughout that scene.

::leaves huge snotty, teary patch on Maud's aforementioned skirts::

(As an aside, the more I watch N&S, the more I appreciate the cinematography. The way MrT is framed in the carriage window as Margaret climbs in and then the view of the snowy courtyard from the steps is so evocative.)