Don’t feel bad, Eve. I’ll sing with you! I know “Come all ye faithful” in latin, and “Ave Maria” in Italian - is that good enough?
And I’d like to add that my attempt to start an NYC mini-dope was met with muted agreement and then stony silence. The thread tanked like a big heavy floppy tanky thing with weights attached to its feet - how’s that for rejection, eh?
Sniff.
Fine - I’ll tour NYC on my own - their loss if they don’t want to meet me.
Sniff!
Bit early for carols, isn’t it?
I don’t think so. If its not too early for mine pies, then its definitely not too early for Christmas carols.
Oh, and to any Dopers who might be in Cambridge this evening - Maypole 6pm.
nah - pretty much everyone (including myself) goes on annual leave over christmas from about the 19th. So our Christmas celebrations always kick off that bit earlier. (Hell, the first of our Christmas parties is next week!).
Far be it from me to prevent you from any future space exploration programmes of an amorous nature, my fine young man, but is the word not Spring, rather than love, or am I seasonally mistaken??
I realise now, of course, that my petty pedantry has perpetually prevented you from ever wishing to envelop any of my digits or involve yourself in any osculatory activities with me.
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, Darlin’, kiss me
Anyway, I hope you all have fun.
Make sure you look after the nice American lady!
Lowers his gaze and starts scuffing his shoe on the ground
[sub]yes miss[/sub]
Well, there’s always Chicago. 
I’d tell my little brother to take you out on the town, but well, he’s 14 and I don’t think Dad (much less my stepmom) would be crazy about him hooking up with random Brits he met on the Internet. Me, I have no compunction about doing crazy things like that. And you wouldn’t be hitting too many bars with a 14-year-old; he’s more interested in video games at the moment anyway.
I’m sure you’ll be just fine!
oooh! he can show me around!
we need a band name for saturday dinnertime. and then we can tour NYC.
live! tonight at CBGBs! sold out!
garius and the pixies
Curly chick, my sultry siren of simmering sensuality, nothing short of my untimely demise would discourage me from availing myself of the sweet miracle that is your kiss. But you will not be joining us, alas, and I must therefore put a brave face on things and try to enjoy myself despite the curly-shaped emptiness in my heart. I’ll be pining for you, my lass - sure you can’t make it? 
bloody hell. After that speech I’m starting to find you attractive… 
Ah well, I can only murmur sweet nothings when I’m at my keyboard, you know - I get all flustered and tongue-tied when she’s actually around…(insert smitten smiley here)
Hee hee, I might just have to print that out and make it into a t-shirt.
I certainly can’t make it to London this weekend, but I see garius has offered to take my place. Sterling work.
Sir Doris, my old chum, make sure you have the camera with you!
THAT I’m dying to see!
ah, a nice universal democratic band name.
how about ‘beatengarius’, so we sound like a old school classical composer?
no space travel for naughty astronaut
Sorry, but as brilliant as Garius is, it just ain’t gonna happen. Although he’s a very nice guy, but he lacks that smouldering and irresistible Curly-ness that draws me to you like a moth to a flame. Looks like I’ll have to move heaven and earth to be with you gorgeous, or at least find a way to part the Irish Sea…
Angua throws up at this display of amourous affection
At the risk of sounding cliched, get a room you two!!
Paging Ms Kettle.
Paging Ms Kettle
There’s a Ms Pot on the line who’s calling you black
Anyway, Bib, my dear, if we don’t desist now, Angua will withold hern pies from you at the weekend and I wouldn’t want to be held resposible for that!
You’ve blown your cover now, what with all this talk of sea parting, you know, people are going to guess who you are in real life, Moses my old son.
Of course, if you don’t get a spare five minutes to move heaven and earth or part the sea, you could always parachute out of your trans Atlantic flight next month and land in my back garden, with a box of Milk Tray clenched between your teeth.
No?
Well, I’d settle for a Topic.
but…but…i can change! 
well i liked it! [sub]grumblegrumblegrumble[/sub]
Wasn’t he the God of Hunting?
man those must be good pies…