Party apology

[xidrep]

We're just having the 'Prototype X Launch Party' over in a marquee in 'Enclave at the End of Time'.

Sorry about the noise. We'll try not to go on too late...

[Michael Moorcock]

So it was YOU making that row.
Didn't you get my fish ?

[mordenkainen]

You don't want to know what this man does to fish....I sincerely hope no one sees it again 8O

[xidrep]

Stricty speaking, elasmobranchs are highly-specialised advanced fish-like vertebrates, but...
I think I ate them already, Mike.
Do you wanna cheese straw?

[DeeCrowSeer]

As morning breaks, the guards around the stereo are growing weary. Dee sees his chance, and dashes across the lawn, pausing to tumble attractively over a croquet hoop. Reaching the stereo, Dee reaches in to the hidden pocket of his suit jacket, and produces a shiny golden disc. Feeding it in to the hungry machine, the tempo rises and a fabulously nasal voice penetrates the musty air. For three exquisite minutes, Little Nell is triumphant, proclaiming herself The Queen Of Beauty! All who hear, can not help but nod in agreement. Meanwhile Dee is politely but firmly returned to the "Artist's Enclosure", behind the bins full of rotting fish guts.

Perdix turns to Mike, and apologises profusely.

[Michael Moorcock]

Did I say fish ?
I meant fiche.

[xidrep]

As in micro?

[Michael Moorcock]

No. You're thinking of chip.

[Whiskers]

Mike,

You knew that part that Perdix was talking about is here: [broken link] didn't you? You could just click that link and be at the party. It's digital. Pretend it's a V. Or perhaps it really is.

[xidrep]

Chip :lol: Touche!