to have forgotten what went with frangipan?

[Hullygully]

Skips prettily about the vast empty potentiality of the empty Hall and awaits.

Phooar get a load of his fob

< keels over >

We are so out of practice Jamie.
How many months since last we danced in the halls?

The poor Captain has n'er swung his foot stump these last few months.
How he pines for soft music and a gently wafting breeze to disperse the foul stench of his decomposing discomposure..

Aye, many a month since I swung from the fo'c'stle (sp?) wielding my enormous weapon. Many many a month sice we crossed the Araby dessert on our trusty yaks and feasted on Turkish delight to the refrain of dusky belly dancers dancing duskily

[lurks sternly but briefly fanning self briskly with pamphlet]

Lenin - verily, we do prance like tits. Sometimes we talk about or children though.

Prancing about!
That is no way to describe the vision of beauty that is the company in full whirling mode.

We are bloody elegant, we are. All a fluttering and lightfooted and rhythmic.

Well I am. The other lumber around a bit tbh

our children

Hallo Mary. How goes it in Newington Green? Chippy Minton still there?

lumber pag? I'll have you know I can pull off a mean triple time step when I have some rum in me belly

Mary

What is actually in your pamphlets??

Ah you must be referrring to Francis Minton.

[stern]

Here in Newington Green we do not believe that the working man should be defined merely by his profession. It is but a lazy construct of the ruling classes.

[knocks out pipe on passing staffordshire bull terrier]

Oh! don't you know pag?

< lurks to find out what is in pamphlets>

Ah no Mary - It was my belief that Chippy was thus monikered on account of having a bit of a frite sur la (french word for) shoulder

Oh yes. I've not even gone (quite) and look at you lot all of a prancing and a larking. Let's have a bit of silent reflection and a LOT of wailing, rending and gnashing. IF you please.

(my sideways v style bracket key is broke. It is also my comma key. It is surprisingly awkward)

I am retraining Mr Minton in the art of typesetting so may get him to fix it

pag I have loaded up the yak with some samples thusly and am sending him over to you. Do give me a shout when you have finished

[delighted]

[remembers why she is here]

[breaks down sobbing unrestrainedly]

oohhhh fresh blood in the IPOAT ranks!

Have a wonderful time Hully, you will as always, be missed my lovely.

Ahhhh the pram huns [nostalgic] they were a force to be reckoned with to be sure. We did kick their omg arses though

Poor poor Yak

How is electrical Nigella Gibbon?

I thought Jack had been here afore?

[whispers]

yes I have been (briefly) Umami-I'm really Mary but must needs hide behind this idiotic alter ego

Jack and MsMary are very close. There has been talk of a match, but he can't abide her pamphlet mania.

a little nuncheon, chere Hully, to sustain you on your travels...

Aha, that was my initial thought, but then I had the vague idea you were the lammas-dancing wench in new guise.

And where is the Prncessa?

Why thank you Mimi, most kind. I trust there will be news of M Crush awaiting my return.

That Princessa is always on holiday.

Really am going now. L8trs

xx