01 February 2003 11:18
How did you get to heard about the all-night foam shagathon?
01 February 2003 12:09
I began to suspect when the Reporting Team staggered home blind drunk in the small hours singing "I'm forever blowing bubbles"!
01 February 2003 14:43
Are you sure they hadn't been to a footie match? I suspect that your vision of a foamy, nocturnal goings-on is the product of your overactive fevered imagination. I think that you should take yourself off for a rest in a darkened room. They say that camomile tea is very effective in such cases.
Anyway they promised not to say anything about it.
Perhaps you should have a word with the Agony Dragony, her advisce is very helpful.
02 February 2003 09:29
Had a word with Soupie.
She said (after she'd brushed all the foam off her scales) that I was imagining things and that if I didn't button it she'd wash my mouth out with soup. Very hot minestrone to be precise. Bleaaagh!
I shall remain silent on the subject hencefirst, second, third and forth.
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