[Kaz]

Glad to see you're keeping me busy, folks!

Peachy, for you . . . . . . . . .



A non-alcoholic cocktail for BigSister . . . . . .



And for Amy . . . . . . . . . . . .



Look - she's even trying to write me a thank you note!

Cheers everyone.

[BigSister]

Thanks Kaz
Just what i need for my interview tommorow

[BusyBee]

Just what i need for my interview tommorow

Good luck with your interview BigSister - another one for us to keep our fingers crossed for.

If you are serving large ones Boris - can I please have the biggest Brandy and Lemonade you can rustle up.

I have had a horrendous couple of days. - As I said I got a pay rise last week, well they have certainly been making me earn it. On Friday a really long running case which is due to be heard in London on Tuesday went belly up so I spent Friday, Saturday and this morning in work trying to get everything ready to go to a new barrister tomorrow morning. Its all ready now but I am absolutely k-nackered.

So I desperately need that pick me up Boris.

[Boris]

As I said I got a pay rise last week,

Well you can use some of it by paying for this very latge brandy and lemonade....lemonade????
each to his own I suppose !

[Boris]

AMy I have just spotted you rplea for a ''drink of everything'' tonight.

Was life so bad ????

Hope the head is a bit better after all the booze !

[BigSister]

Thanks Busy Bee

[Romantic Old Bird]

Can I have a large G&T please?

A twist of lemon, and just a little ice, but in a chilled glass.

I can't drink it, but I'd like to watch you pour it..........slowly.


The clink of the ice in the glass, the click of the optic as it dispenses the second measure.........

The sudden 'phizz' of the tonic water bottle being opened....

The effervescent surge as the tonic meets the ice, followed by a sudden stillness.

The gentle splash of the lemon, the soft clink of the ice as you place the glass gently on the table in front of me.

Now, the anticipation.......

Watching the condensation running slowly down the glass an droplets soaking and spreading into the paper, marking the place of the glass so that when I pick it up you I know I can place it down in exactly the same place.

Now I reach out my hand, and embrace the glass, steeling myself for the sudden damp chill of it's contact. Even though I know it's a dark January night I can almost feel the sun on my face, hear the whisper of the warm breeze in the grass and the distant lazy drone of bees.

Slowly, I lift the glass to my lips.

My eyes close, and I stop for a moment to feel the tiny sprinkle of bubbles on my nose.

Then I open my eyes, and watch, hypnotised as the light dances on the ice.

I notice the man sittin opposite me at the bar, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Thierry Henry.

He is also transfixed, but not by the drink. His eyes bore into me and I feel my neck becoming suddenly hot.

I slowly lift the glass a little higher and touch the nape of my neck, and look up, unable to resist the intensity of his stare.

His eyes meet mine, and I unconciously gasp.

I feel suddenly weak.

Cautiously I bring the glass again to my lips, allowing a little, a very little of it to touch my tongue.

It is enough. My head clears, and I place the glass slowly and deliberately down, exactly where you first placed it for me.

I know he is still watching me.

I lean forward, my elbows resting on the bar, thankful that I chose a top to display my decolletage to it's best advantage.

I dip my finger into the glass, and lift it to my lips as I lift my eyes to meet his.

I run my finger slowly along my lower lip as I look deeply into his fathomless eyes.

He smiles enigmatically, and lifts his glass.

'Salut!' he calls softly, as he slips from his stool and begins to walk towards me.

Trembling, I lift my glass in reply and at last take a long, cooling sip.

'Salut', I murmur, my eyes locked with his as he moves ever closer.

I start to rise from my stool, my heart racing, scarcely able to breathe.

My heel catches the rung, my elbow
slips from the counter, and my drink floats up majestically from my hand.

I watch, as if in slow motion, the glass and it's contents take a seperate, parallel upward course before inevitably losing their fight with gravity.

Sitting on the floor of the bar, I marvel at the sheer volume of the contents of the glass, as I pull the delicate twist of lemon from my cleavage.







OK, so I didn't get the drink, and I didn't get the vav-va -voom, but look at it this way: I'm still on the diet, and I can still dream.

Night all!

[Kaz]

Night, ROB!

We are not worthy!

By the way . . . . . . . here's your G&T!



All the best for your interview tomorrow, BigSister - good job I found that 'fingers crossed' emoticon, isn't it?

[peachy]

Loved the scenario ROB. Back on top form I see. What a star you are! xx

Good luck with the interview Bigsister let us know how it goes.

That glass of red went down a treat, ta muchly, Kaz xx

[BigSister]

Thanks for the kind wishes

It went ok(I think) I will have to wait for a few days though

[BusyBee]

ROB I was there with you. You bring your little 'stories' to life. Oh how we miss your P and H insights.

I'm back on the wagon now after my 'slip' over the week-end. I trust I can rely on you all to keep me on the straight and narrow and not allow a drop of the hard stuff to pass my lips.

[Boris]

I can still dream.

My, my, Rob! And dreams are made of this......... I fear we ALL have them.

Was going to say it was like eating chocolate with the paper on when i first started to read, but it rose above such trivia.

[Boris]

What a quiet time we are having.

Think word is getting about that men 'eye up' women in here - not t o mention 'women eyeing up men' before falling from their stools in a drunken stupor !

Would that I could get a little of the action !!!!!

[LEE]

I'm here Boris, I'm just trying not to be too obvious cos I'm sure if the powers that be think I am even slightly celebrating about my move then something else will crop up tomorrow and we won't be able to exchange!!!!

[BusyBee]

not t o mention 'women eyeing up men' before falling from their stools in a drunken stupor !

Boris will people think

We are all well brought up ladies and wouldnt dream of behaving in such a way

BTW if the latest news proves to be correct can we have a HUGE celebration in the bar. We can all bring a 'little something'. Now that really would be an excuse to paint the bar red

[LEE]

Now that really would be an excuse to paint the bar red

Or sparkly glittery pink

[BigSister]

*runs in*

Hot chocolate please

[Sticks]

Marshmallows in that ?

The Caffe Lattes are selling well today with the poor weather as it is

[LEE]

Don't like Latte's - far too milky for me - a nice double espresso would go down a treat though Sticks if you please.

[Boris]

We are all well brought up ladies and wouldnt dream of behaving in such a way

I believe you .....NOT !!!!!

Think the coffee should have rum in it....or anything else that you like to keep out the cold.

This way to the coffee maker in the bar. Anyway it is cheaper than the fancy stuff in the 'Coffee bar' !

[LEE]

Looks and sounds lovely Boris, I would be careful though as it looks as though you might have accidentally 'acquired' some glasses from a rival establishment

[Romantic Old Bird]

How about a nice HOT TODDY to stave of those winter chills?


Hot Toddy


Serves: 1

Ingredients
6 cloves
2 slices lemon
50ml whisky
2 tsp honey or golden syrup
25ml lemon juice
Pinch ground cinnamon
100ml hot water

Instructions
Stick the cloves into the lemon skin. Put these and all the other ingredients into a thick-based, heatproof glass and stir gently. Garnish with a cinnamon stick.


Don't worry if you haven't got whisky bar-tender...

Any other spirit or liquer will do in an emergency.....

Purely medicinal of course!




I think this bar might be the place to be tonight!

[BusyBee]

That roaring fire in the corner looks very appealing tonight Boris. Just right for toasting marshallows. Baggsie my seat in the corner. How about producing some mulled wine this evening.

Just what we all need on this cold winter evening.

[kaphc]

Count me in on one of those hot toddies, ROB!

[Sticks]

Originally posted by Boris
This way to the coffee maker in the bar. Anyway it is cheaper than the fancy stuff in the 'Coffee bar' !

Would that be the kettle and the jar of Happy Shopper instant in the corner