I just don't know where to start!
I go for a genteel ride to another computer terminal in the sweltering heat and there is brioche galore!
Andrea has all her eggs in one breakfast! I made brioche once and it is an 'overnighter' if I remember...lovely, rich and just yummy (how come that reminds me of the FNRttC madamoiselles?

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BigSteev - sound like a good idea - a "mange a trois" could be on the cards...
Greg - spot on. In the murk, the rudderless rugbyman lurks...fuelled by whatever is available. The gentleman within knows exactly how to extract enjoyment from every occasion.
Davy: You are here before the court (cue Greg - you must have held court before?) accused of taking a rubber axe to the revered English language and attempting to murder it. How do you plead?
Don't answer that!
I sentence you to 50 lashes - and, to
paraphrase the Milky Bar Kid, "the walnut whips are on me!" (At this juncture we have a story in the local newspaper about cyclists beating to death one of their own with a 'cat'...) ?The other eight tales are false BTW.
Claudine, Andrea, a brioche (got my own one of those

) Greg, BigSteev and a serial merde-a-linguist...what better way to go?
Whit
unstable mon amour...
