Ta very much for the beer and cakes, I'm still picking up the crumbs even now.

Delicious.
Dave | Homepage | 09.08.03 - 2:55 pm | #

Thanks for the drinks, Mark. Much appreciated, and much needed. I'll agnore that drunken lush D over in the corner. Although I should point out he appears to be piddling on the pot-plants. (and that's plants in pots, not plants known as pot - this is a reputable establishment - or was til D started... Oh for God's Sake, that's just unacceptable. Give him some toilet paper, please.)
Lyle | Homepage | 09.08.03 - 9:39 am | #

indeed, none at all.
kate | Homepage | 09.08.03 - 4:45 am | #

Ah, it fair warms the cockles of one's heart to see you all gathered here enjoying a nice cup of tea. No sympathy for those of us who were stuck in the land of undrinkable tea, then?
Karen | Homepage | 09.07.03 - 12:03 pm | #

*hiccup*

krisha, shtill shloshed frommy fiftheensh *hic* cookie, 'svurry flattered by newtitle of ffavrutnewyorker.

*HIC*
k | Homepage | 09.07.03 - 7:21 am | #

D, petal?

Doghouse. Now.

Bad boyfriend. No biscuit.

Sorry Kate, I'll keep him on a shorter leash next time
pix | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 8:13 pm | #

no, dears, this is where still-relatively-sober kate and i step in.

kate, you make our host happy and i'll make cooing sounds at the inebriated mr. d.
k | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 4:55 pm | #

Gentlemen, please!

There is no need for violence (or were you planning on staying inside, while D went, Mark?) this is, as they say, Mr. Mark's patch, and as we are enjoying the hospitality of Café Londonmark, surely he has 'Guvnor' status?

Isn't it a little unprofessional to be picking fights with the punters?
Bar him, or give him a warning!
Stuart | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 4:52 pm | #

Ahem.

Ahem.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to step outside, D.
Mark | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 4:49 pm | #

Kate, I jus' wan you to know...

*burp*

...nice legs.
D | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 4:47 pm | #

Slurp. Yes, just right. And you even stirred the cup in a clockwise direction...
mike | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 4:46 pm | #

D, charming to the last.

not the last yet? i'll wait.
kate | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 4:36 pm | #

Yum...I love the smell of vodka in the morning. Thank you very much.
Lux (USA) | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 4:29 pm | #

Mr Hg, there are many people from whom I would expect that comment (D, for example, as witnessed by his earlier drunken ramble), but frankly I expected better from you.
Mark | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 4:26 pm | #

Unadulterated (and undiluted-by-ice) blue-label Smirnoff has a heady scent (no, really)and taste which even displaces a decent red. And I should know, I've quaffed enough quantities of both!

And I guess in an inn, Guinesses is 'in'?

Byee and Mahalo.
Mr.D. | 09.05.03 - 4:25 pm | #

Extra Cold? :-0

Real Men Do It At Room Temperature!
Hg | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 4:19 pm | #

San Miguel will do nicely, Mr. Mark!

Especially as I am off to the land of the running of the bulls myself next weekend, which is a mere week away now.

Cheers!
Stuart | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 4:18 pm | #

"mix a cape codder"... thass slang for summin'... probably summin' durty! Wayhey!
D | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 4:17 pm | #

is it too late for me to have a bit of bailey's on ice and a cookie? and by cookie i mean, another bailey's?
k | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 4:15 pm | #

i do love bending the rules! mmm, and you mix a lovely cape codder. cheers, dahling!
kate | Homepage | 09.05.03 - 4:13 pm | #