matt:[Sweaty handshake to crushing grip]How the Devil Are You? declared
Skipper: [firm handshake returned] Just fine thank you!, I see Nassers got the hang of the captaincy! Bally good effort at Lords....eh what! [raises glass of gin and tonic and jiggles it a bit.]
Norma:[Mobile to anything by Abba],"Hello! Hello! Hello!" declared. Weak signal invoked.
Carmine:[Visibly Stiffening]"What, what, what?", late night inconvenience declared.
Projoy: Dear me, chaps, this one seems barely to have got off the blocks. Bad show. Better put a face on it or the provincial boys will be thinking us chaps can't handle our own website, to say nothing of the expats over the pond, eh? You're with me on this, aren't you? Over the line it goes, then, and let's have no grousing about it, or we shall know which people among us just aren't team players, if you catch my drift. The ones a little on the ladylike side. Well, there it is. Onwards and upwards!
MC Server: Game won by Projoy.
matt: [Projoy] Ouch. Tad harsh, old boy. Give a chap a sporting chance, eh?
Projoy: [matt] Specso, But you must admit it was entirely in character. ;-)
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