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Hmm? Jays is paranoid and jittery... Adman (for once) is taking it more coolly. Adman knows something *Lewes becomes paranoid and jittery*
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Me! Paranoid?
*JaysPlays looks around*
What's that envelope you're holding Lewes?
Why is Dawn French singing in the corridor?
Why are there so many guests? Is it the Production Team? Is it Sonia? Is it my Mum?
*JaysPlays returns to the virtual bar and starts a run on the optics*
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Adman is cool because he's totally resigned himself to NOT getting any further, and can now relax! It's a great philosophy - really and truly!
I don't have to worry about the post or e-mail.
I don't have to work out the conspiracy theories.
I don't have to fret about possibly competing against you lot.
I don't have to consider every word anyone on here says.
I don't have to be telling the truth of course!
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Calm down, dear, it's only the best chance you'll probably have to break into the big time.
And it's not over for another 17.4583333333333333 days.
Hmmm?
Room in the virtual bar for a civilian?
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It'll cost you a virtual fiver for admittance!
(I'll put it on your tab!)
Adman, did your hotmail account just ping?
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Why are my ears burning?
Lewes, Adman... Are you talking about me again?
I'm developing a twitch akin to LRSS... (Lewes's Rational Squirrel Syndrome)
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The Prefects are back!
Sorry sir! Wasn't me sir! Please don't make me miss the play sir!
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Can you believe it? I've actually spent some 'quality' time writing today. So I'm a happy girlie and feel I deserve to browse the forum today.
It's great to be guilt free!
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 Finished my latest round of DIY! Managed to get 4 hours writing in last night! Feels great doesn't it! Bring on DramaticSuccess!
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Do we go to the top of the class?
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18.00 No news. Well, not for me anyway. That phone call I missed earlier; was that the one? Or was it just some b***ard trying to sell me a mobile phone? 
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quote: I've actually spent some 'quality' time writing today
Strange that. Moving in four days and I am behind like a three legged donkey in the Grand National. Have spent all day writing and have just finished my submission play. Odd sense of priorities or what? Is that Virtous virtual bar up Jay?
I only arsked . . .
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I just wish Sonia would stop bothering me with all these 'PLEASE write another' phone calls ...
Ever tried to make Chile Con carne with mashed up beefburgers? (Good ones) - it's brill!
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I like Chilli con carne.
I would only make it at home if I was entertaining a special guest.
Adman, I suppose one treats the mashed up beefburgers in the same way as the coarsely ground beef mince?
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Whack it with a wooden spoon? What, no one else does that?
-Every rose has its thorns. Mine are all sticking in my side.
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I'm being stupid, it's just that I never buy beefburgers.
What are beefburgers, hamburgers?
Minced beef made into a flat shape.
Whacking, loosens them up, LML?
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You are correct Lewes. I'm not sure there's much culinary benefit in whacking them, but it's great stress relief.
-Every rose has its thorns. Mine are all sticking in my side.
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Most food preparation involves being quite aggressive; chopping, crushing, beating and rolling. Adding whacking, sounds good to me.
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Sort of makes your dinner look like roadkill though, not so appetising...Though you do hate squirrels...
-Every rose has its thorns. Mine are all sticking in my side.
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Most of the meals I prepare for myself look like "roadkills" or some kind of accident!
I wouldn't want to eat a squirrel.
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We saw a squirrel that had been hit by a car and it's leg was broken and it was trying to cross the road. That made me sad. I might cry now. I cry too much.
-Every rose has its thorns. Mine are all sticking in my side.
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Da da da dum (click click) Da da da dum (click click) Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum (click click)
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Funny - Ive got the countdown theme tune running through my head again. Doo do de doo doo, Doo do de doo do do, Doo do de doo doo, Doo do de doo do do, And at midnight on September 30th Ill be lying in my bed thinking Do do, do do, doodly do, booo As a tear trickles silently down my cheek. all together now .... ahhhhhhhhh
"I love deadlines - I love the woooshing noise they make as they go past." (Douglas Adams)
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