Hello all...

Me French is a bit rubbish to be honest... I could type in Telugu (south indian language) but I don't think they have a word for custard... or tactics, so there wouldn't be much point! I want Anton to say custard tactics as a christmas present to us all. I'm thinking I may have do another 24 hours custard-a-thon - there's such a greater potential for confusion now the board's so busy

It isn't quite bewitching hour but me thinks there's a fair few randomer's online tonight. Taking a guilty break from the revision, I am (and seem to have reverted to a Yoda-esque style of non-grammar)... pleased you will be, happy am I.

*Throws sequins around but most just fall into own wine glass*

Oh bother! Shall have to pour another one. Can I bring a frenchman to the party to translate for me? I have a two very special ones in mind... mmmmm.

Oh and Boho, never has the green light flickering, she floats like a translucent fairy under the radar.. you never know if she's wtaching you and holding seances....oooooooowooooo (mimics Nino Quincampoix woo-ing in Amelie's ear on the ghost train)

Hee hee...I am Amelie really....you just didn't know it until now....

I was wooooooing just like Nino last night!

I like to have my invisibility cloak on....so you never know where I will pop up.....

They seek her here, they seek her there, Boho....the invisible random deranged poster.

Hey, as a thought, who's responsible for the garlic tonight?

Just to keep the nightmare woman away.

I brought a whole bunch of garlic last week actually.

Here you go hun *hands it over*

If we both eat it we'll be okay if we kiss later.

Gets Boho and Glen a reserved spot in the ambulance.

Garlic's good for the immune system too...

Follow the blue arrows Monsieur Quincampoix!

Boho and Glen in the ambulance have I missed something somewhere

You know I am so slow I only recently realised what all the talk about green lights meant, I thought it was the light on the front of my computer, never realised there was one at the side of the thread

Tonight we will a bewitching go,
marshmallows to eat,
and custard to throw,
all in a winters evening.

Come join the throng of randomness,
pull up a chair in the velvet snug,
have a snuggle in Ian's chest, then
in Antons and decide which is best

Pour yourself a cocktail,
or let Brendan give you a hand,
just use your imagination,
and join in with pink sparkly land.

So come right in and join the fun,
you'll find something worthwhile to
do and certainly a laugh or two,
when you join the fluffy Antonites!!!!!!

Excuse my mad rambling was having a poetic moment (tho whether its poetry is debateable)!!!!!