Mumsnet Towers - what do you imagine it to look like?

[OliviaMumsnet]

We ask because obviously we know the harsh reality but we're looking to reveal all put a pic on our Twitter page. So, we'd love to hear your ideas on what you want to see at Mumsnet Towers.
The Shed?
Justine's untidy desk corner office?
Our Studio60 style countdown clock to the full moon?
MNHQ's feral children creche?
TIA as ever
MNHQ

Because they are the professionals required to officiate over scenes of dysfunction and bloodletting? They don't want to contaminate be contaminated by the scene.

Which is what you meant, I suppose, but were subtle enough to leave implicit.

I always imagine a Victorian terrace house somewhere like Notting Hill - house spread over about 5 floors with the top 2 given over to MN. Tech beavering away down in the basement and the rest of you having to remember to take him/her coffee!

I always imagine the doomed twin towers of the WTC or some crenulated medieval fortress

Actually, MNT is probably someone's kitchen...

Ah, worm, I really didn't know! But you are quite right..

And I think they all look like that northern irish actress who was a post-mortem person.. Beautiful wwith clever glasses, pointy sticks and splatter diagrams for nights of heavy MN bloodletting.

Oh, yes, def splatter diagrams/ "The spray of droplets from left to right indicates a dispute started by a mardy guardianista, and perpetuated by a rascist with pmt."

And they have some special scales for weighing the spleens removed during dissection.

... and a huge laser display board to flash up the most amusingly humiliating typos.

MN Towers is the staff room. Justine wears a red Diadora tracksuit, wedge trainers with gold laces and has a whistle on a rope round her neck. If you knock on the staff room door, she'll open it only a weeny crack and give you her impatient, stary-eyes breadknife look.

LOL at you both.

Have just realized that all my many 'interestingly complex' quirks, viewpoints, pleasures and pains could accurately be precis'd to 'mardy guardianista'. I am utterly reducible

you forgot the reeking cigarette-smoke, Swedes, which seeps from the crack at the bottom of the door. And the tea-stained mugs. I think I know who the Orla Kiely one belongs to, and the one in the shape of Darth Vader - but whose is the one that reads 'jesus loves you (everyone else thinks you're an arsehole)'