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[Pleater]

Oh - and I was quite pleased with my 'Most artistic kilt check in a motion picture' award.

I've even been told that there are so many kilted men loitering on the street corner used as the location, looking hopeful, that there are coach trips and costume hire for ladies wishing to play out the scene.......

Alas, Jamie, I have no taste for gin - I prefer Vermouth with soda, and I do hope that whatever happened to davedove in the lift - that is, elevator - has no real lasting effects.

Anne the Pleater

[Panache]

...Alas, Jamie, I have no taste for gin - I prefer Vermouth with soda, and I do hope that whatever happened to davedove in the lift - that is, elevator - has no real lasting effects.

"One Vermouth and soda it it is and a Gibson for me. As for Mr. Dove, I should worry too much. He will be back, eventually..."

Cheers

Jamie

[davedove]

davedove reenters the room looking a bit scorched. He pats out the small flame on his fly plaid and walks up to the bar.

"Just a screwdriver for me, thanks; I need the vitamin C."

Several young ladies surround him. All of them seemed very concerned about his health.

"Fear not ladies. It was indeed a close call; but I survived the ordeal. I'm sure with your tender care I will pull through okay. Now let me tell you about how I saved Jamie from that rubber chicken wielding madman from Canada."

[Panache]

davedove reenters the room looking a bit scorched. He pats out the small flame on his fly plaid and walks up to the bar.

"Just a screwdriver for me, thanks; I need the vitamin C."

Several young ladies surround him. All of them seemed very concerned about his health.

"Fear not ladies. It was indeed a close call; but I survived the ordeal. I'm sure with your tender care I will pull through okay. Now let me tell you about how I saved Jamie from that rubber chicken wielding madman from Canada."

Madam Pleater looked at me to gauge my reaction to Mr. Dove's unexpectedly quick reappearance. I gave a slight shrug and took another sip of my drink.

"Mr. Dove is quite resourceful" I admitted. Observing the boisterous proceedings at the bar a knowing (and truth be told slightly nasty) smile came to my face as Mr. Dove started on his second Screwdriver.

Anne looked at me "you don't seem too concerned about the outrageous story he is telling everyone"

"I'm not"

"Why is that?"

"Well first, I know what really happened..."

"...and second?" asked Anne with a mischievous smile of her own.

"Well secondly, I noticed that the Screwdrivers Mr. Dove seem to be enjoying with such gusto are being mixed with Freelander Sporrano's special vodka...."

Cheers

Jamie

[Pleater]

Vodka?

Special vodka?

That wouldn't by some chance be the vodka that could have been made from the purple potatoes grown at MHICE?

This should be interesting.

I wondered just how stable the hallucinogenics are.

We might be going to find out.

Anne the Pleater

[davedove]

Madam Pleater looked at me to gauge my reaction to Mr. Dove's unexpectedly quick reappearance. I gave a slight shrug and took another sip of my drink.

"Mr. Dove is quite resourceful" I admitted. Observing the boisterous proceedings at the bar a knowing (and truth be told slightly nasty) smile came to my face as Mr. Dove started on his second Screwdriver.

Anne looked at me "you don't seem too concerned about the outrageous story he is telling everyone"

"I'm not"

"Why is that?"

"Well first, I know what really happened..."

"...and second?" asked Anne with a mischievous smile of her own.

"Well secondly, I noticed that the Screwdrivers Mr. Dove seem to be enjoying with such gusto are being mixed with Freelander Sporrano's special vodka...."

Cheers

Jamie

As I neared the end of my second screwdriver, I noticed that the alcohol was affecting me much quicker than normal.

"Odd, the bartender isn't mixing them any stronger than usual."

I glanced over to the bottle of vodka.

"Of course, it was David's special vodka. No wonder I was feeling strange. I'm surprised I wasn't seeing purple winged horses flying through the hall already."

I glanced in Jamie's direction and noticed his quick glances in my direction as he talked to Madam Pleater.

"That sly dog, he thinks he's got the upper hand."

I leaned across the bar and whispered to the bartender. He nodded and quickly mixed a drink.

"Jamie," I called out. "Please come over and let me introduce you to these fine ladies. They want to hear your side of the story. I've had the bartender fix you a fresh drink."

[Southern Breeze]

I am not responsible for the posts in this thread!

[Panache]

I leaned across the bar and whispered to the bartender. He nodded and quickly mixed a drink.

"Jamie," I called out. "Please come over and let me introduce you to these fine ladies. They want to hear your side of the story. I've had the bartender fix you a fresh drink."

Of course what I and the rest of the assembled guests heard was

"Jamie, Pleeeeeessaaaahh ccoooooooommmme ooo let me produce youse all to theeeesh fine ...lads ...laddies...lamps...ladies ...right ladies! They aaaaaall wanna bedtime story with squares and parallelograms with many sides with your storesh. I've got a lovely bowl of coconuts...and the bartender iguana has made you a a flesh think....pink...wink...liquidy stuff in a glasses...Oh looky at the pretty pretty purple winged horsey flying all through the hall!!! I think my ride is here. Home Mr. Ed! Home!"

Mr. Dove slid slowly off his bar stool in the graceful manner of a dying swan. His entourage of young ladies caught him and lowered him gently to the floor.

I gave a signal to our Heralds Arlen and Dee, as well as our Cartographer Trefor who bore him away to his chambers.

Anne wagged her finger at me "that was very naughty Jamie".

"Well Fame does have its price" I replied.

"But won't Dave seek revenge at next year's awards?"

"I'm sure he will. But as you, Dave, and I all very well know...

...that is another story! "

THE END



Cheers

Jamie

[Southern Breeze]

Reading the stories posted here has made me think a bit about writing in general. I've written short stories over the past few years, nothing major. Several years ago I had a couple of my stories posted on a website set up for people to publish online. It's no longer around due to plagiarism by the site owner. Not long after doing so, I and several others learned that the stories we had posted been blatantly plagiarized and turned into porn. Not long afterwards the site disappeared. I've not published anything online since.
I do a lot of writing at work during free moments or while I have time at home. I use MS Office at home and on my laptop. I also write long hand when I'm not around a computer. When I get time, the ones on paper are entered in the computer. There's around 40 waiting in line, not everything gets entered. Everything gets backed up on CDs, ASAP.
My advice for those thinking about writing - Just do it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar and all that. Your the only one that see's what's on the page. You can correct it later. Write when you feel like it. If you get stuck, start somewhere else. I've never started writing at the beginning of chapter one. I also have the habit of starting something entirely new when I get stuck.

[davedove]

Mr. Dove slid slowly off his bar stool in the graceful manner of a dying swan. His entourage of young ladies caught him and lowered him gently to the floor.

I gave a signal to our Heralds Arlen and Dee, as well as our Cartographer Trefor who bore him away to his chambers.

I don't know how long I was out,but I do so hope that nice girl Dorothy and her delightful scarecrow friend find what they're looking for. And that little fellow with the ring better be careful on his mountain climbing expedition; there are some nasty men following him.