To think we should have finished off the Queen of Huns?

[Hullygully]

I thought twas Lord Taliban? Tis true she has mentioned him oft..was she embroiled with him at some point ere long gone?

foolish child, 'tis the Sheik, surely?

Ah, my mind is so distracted with this new Mr Rochester that all thought of the Sheik had been shook from it. Tis indeed. I expect she will soon return from the powder room (where sadly she has to spend a long time to create a passing semblance of womanhood) and then she will see him and rejoice.

O dear heart!

No no, he has had his eyes lasered. He has perfect vision, an unbelievably high IQ, an enormous fortune, a sparkling wit, a sensual sense of rhythm, advanced deep massage skills and unparalelled skill with the swordstick, don't you darling Rochester?

And look! Tis dear old Father Brown, come to give his blessing to the Prince Regent's unlikely betrothal.

I wonder...

WHere is Mme Umami?

( Oh, I really don't want to stop playing...)

Oh yes! Forgot to mention the even more anachronistic laser surgery, and the arts of massage learned in the labyrinthine ways of Cairo. (Or was it Luxor? No matter!)

The Mensa-starred IQ, the enviable easy wit (all that talk of a ha ha!), the IMMENSE fortune and the quite considerable swordstick - well, you already knew about all that, surely, your ineffable Hulliness?

Is Father Brown, um, you know, licensed?

Though I confess it was Madam Gibbon who taught me my unparallelled skills of rhythmn.

Gibbon! Look darling, who is that dear, familiar figure bearing gold-wrapped balls? Surely not? But yes! Tis the Ambassador, come to seek his darling wife and child.

Oh Father Brown is most certainly licensed, I heard it from Mother Slaphappy herself. There were, er, one or two little difficulties, but with the happy application of the steam press, they have quite gone away.

Come Rochester, let us announce the Banns!

So sorry dears, I nipped to the powder room, but it took Pag the maid some time to re-lace me. Now, who is next on my dance card....why, can it really be? Sheikh D'jbouti?

But Widow! Quick dear, you have quite forgot your dress! The Sheik will be outraged and over excited all at once.

and the sheik cannot multi task...

Ambassador!!!!!

Oh joy! that my sweet heart would know such rapture was beyond my cpmprehension!

Come see your son, the fruit of your loins, see how he looks like you?

Come, let us dance freely and with gay abandon once more!

My Queen of the Desert...

Since you left our sandy shores my heart has been loveweary. See, I have travelled the length of the western world to reclaim you, my feisty maiden!

Come away with me! My caravan of camels loiters outside the gates of these blighted halls....

My darling Sheikh, how I have longed for you! Let us away to the camels, unless you think there may be time for a brief visit to the glasshouse...?

Oh my precious girl! I have sought you high and low since your departure from Monaco!

Is this fine young fellow indeed my son? How I am blessed....

Let me whisk you back to my palace over the Mediterrenean and I shall worship your dainty self for the rest of my days!

come hither Nigel, let me feed you once more before my nursing days are over...

But Paggy has quite outdone us! She is already married to Mr Beaumaris in an unexpected and brief ceremony conducted in the scullery! The happy couple

Away Nigel, I have changed my mind and do not wish my computer to be confiscated through a maternal inspired misunderstanding

Let us line up in all our finery and glory before Father brown and pledge ourselves to these happy individuals with whom we have loitered and tallied so long. We all line up

Sheikh, dearest, do you think Paggy might come and live with us?