to think IPOAT gels will never marry well if they continue to be so fast?

[CaptainHornblower]

Did someone say Hugh Jackman?

Going for the record for the number of times this picture can be posted in one thread

Rest assured that although the attic currently looks like this, all you need to to make a Hugh-Jackmanian is to leave a nediam of any persuasion in a room with the image of Hugh of your choice.

The hard part I fear will be extracting one from the vice like grip arms of Madam Hully.

oh oh oh the smile...

Choose your Hugh pictures ladies, operation Jackman is a GO!

Jins - that came up as gaybolgs

hahahahahaha

Pah I say to yon Hugh

He'll never match up to the Deppiams, now all with that amazing smile post stocking try-on

I have hired builders to add a new wing to IPOAT towers to house our galactic collection. As we now have a Hadron Collider, a teleporter, and a small black hole, and an assortment of space junk. It might make dear Antropy feel at home. Be careful of those builders though, they can be excitable< searches frantically for amusing link>.
You may admire my Christmas attire. Twirls.

What lovely christmassy names you all have....I assume if you are too thick preoccupied with learning to tat to either figure out how to change your name or think of anything funny to change it too then you are excused?

gaybolgs??? It's omgblogs for me

Anyway Huls now we know how to do the cloning things shall we go and make more Johnnys? Oh that doesn't sound right does it? Never mind you know what I mean

Love the Christmas attire Mini

I assume there will be an IPOAT hall giant Christmas ball?

We're good at balls.

Jinsel and MulledMini's names are wonderfully festive.

MiniMulled - perhaps the builders could consider this?
Instead of an extension we could have it built in the shrubbery, less chance of contamination.

Am a bit lost re Deppians and Maidens tonight. Must concentrate more tomorrow.

Oh I love a ball game!

Hully! I must remonstrate. One can get a little giddy in the festive season.
Can we have a little decoram around here, you know how much the gels look up to you.
One must remember one's station.

My apologies adeste, it did get a bit quantum for a while there....

Allow me to summarize you can have a sex mad Nedaim in the image of your choice delivered to you room along with your next light luncheon tray clothing is optional.

I would like this one please. Although you may need Igor the footman to carry the luncheon tray. Its possible I may be a while.

Phwoooaaaaar Oh I say, how handsome. I rather expect he also has a reasonable living....

Isn't he the second son of Lord and Lady Dagenham? I believe he is to have the living at Erith when the present incumbent passes.

Hully you know everyone don't you?

Everyone that one should.

Entropygirl, "Allow me to summarize you can have a sex mad Nedaim in the image of your choice delivered to you room along with your next light luncheon tray clothing is optional."

Thank you for explaining that as I was far too addled busy tatting stockings for the orphans to follow it all.

Could I possibly have a Deppiam rather than a Nediam? There must surely be one left unscathed waiting. The tray and indeed the manner of delivery is optional.

I am sure the Nediams are charming and delightful. We just don't, ahem, play on the same Croquet team.

My dear adeste I fear you may yet be harbouring a little confusion...the Nediams are also male and indeed sex mad....they just don't look Johnny Depp.

I am hoping to move into the space-oddity wing as soon as the builders are finished. I am also planning to install an upgraded power supply so hopefully the candles in the herb drying shed will stop flickering late at night.

I do hope postal delivery will extend to the new wing? I wouldn't want to miss my Christmas ball invitation....

Ah, yes I do seem to be rather confused. I thought the Nediams were Mistress Hully's Master Gel Race and if I scroll back through that lot again I may explode into a thousand tiny tatting scraps.

Am most grateful and indeed very excited by the thought of Elerk Ellicitr a new power supply in the distillery herb-drying shed. I did try a pedal-operated system but the boot boy whose job it was to pedal was intoxicated by the fumes and frequently fell off his perch.

Lawks, all falls apart. Perhaps I sat too close to a Collider. My laptop circle of correspondents has succumbed to a malaise.

I scrawl this with much difficulty with a borrowed quill. The local schoolmaster has agreed I may attend to vital bank and travel duties in his study but nought else. The Reviled AEx has frittered away my Yule funds and and I fear it may be a while before I return to IPOAT Hall.

Please make someone attend to Mr Rochester's leg and keep Cook away from the mulled wine.

Fare ye well, dear Ladies.

laptops The post service is not what it once was, lacking in robustness I fear. I hope that you will send a boy if there is anything the IPOAT gels can do to help?

I have bad news, cook has been interfering with the science wing plans. It seems we now have a large Hadron Colander. The good news is that it has small black holes.