Big Brother

[therealpm]

John has not ceased wailing 'Nooooooooooooooo!' since Thursday evening.



It is somewhat... irritating.

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[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Noooooooooooooo!!!!

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Do you want to be a cat? I can buy you a nice blue collar.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Noooooooooo!

*Cough*

I - er - I mean, no thank you, Peter.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Progress!

Excellent.

*sips drink*

Are you sure you wouldn't care for a glass?

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Nooo-

No. No thank you. Tea, if you would be so kind. And biscuits.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*waves a tea pot over*

There's biscuits in the tin on the table.

*inspects news on ipad*

*clicks through to a few sites*

*raises an eyebrow*

*passes over ipad and steeples fingers*

Vajazzling, John?

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

...

*Eats half a packet of biscuits in a single go*

Mmfr llrfflrm phhrnn gmmr nnl!

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Breathe, John, breathe.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Cough*

Yes. Well. I was hardly going to stop something as vital as breathing simply because of a... conversation my wife had on national television about...about...that.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Of course not.

...would you consider imposing hooves upon a certain contestant simply because of a conversation he had with your wife on national television?

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Possibly. I'll certainly keep the suggestion in mind.

*Reaches for another biscuit*
*Discovers there are none left*

...

*Waves hand*
*Packet of biscuits appears*

Would you care for one?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrow*

*sips tea*

Are you collecting the packets? Is there a deadline for entries? I can think of no other reason for supporting McVities to the tune of 4 packets a day.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

As much as deeply I appreciate your concern, I do believe my biscuit consumption is none of your business.

*Has another biscuit*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

John, my living room is awash with wrappers and crumbs. There are tea-rings marring every edition of 'Potions' since 2008. I cannot walk across the room without the fatal 'crunch' of a biscuit gone astray.

*puts down cup of tea and glares*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Oh come now, Peter, really. It's no where near as... bad... as...

*Looks around room*

...ah.

*Waves hands and wrappers and crumbs hop into bins*

Oh, a chocolate digestive...

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*taps glasses against mouth*

Perhaps some sort of biscuit substitute... a low calorie cracker perhaps. Ryevita. Nairn's oatcakes...

*ponders*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

There's no need for such talk. I'm back to conversing in a manner reminiscent of my self prior to Sally's Big Brother début, I'm sure it is only a matter of time before my levels of biscuit consumption revert to type.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Yes... but just in case...

*waves hand*

*hobnobs turn into rice cakes*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

...

I should be getting back to India - another speech to make before I fly back tomorrow, you see.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Off you trot. I'm sure a day will be more than sufficient to set up a spatially bounded hex transforming any biscuit you touch into a ricecake.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

I hear it's a fairly common reaction when faced with you.

*shrugs*

What can you do?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Do you have any constructive suggestions, or would you prefer to grace the garden path with your presence?

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

...Why, precisely, would I wish to do that?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

...

*glares*

George I am busy. Make yourself useful or toddle off, there's a good boy.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

I could be with Tigger right now. Remember that.