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I may deign to allow you all to buy me pints for this. Yes, yes I think I shall.
No, The Answer Is Not ‘Tir’
ha ha ha ha ha! I had forgotten all about that! 
Tir! Look! Shiney thing – over there!
Ah, but being the sophisticated and nuanced person that I am, I am capable of poking you in the ribs while still retaining a modicum of civility toward Garius. (Besides, I am a pacifist; I may carry a big stick, but I poke softly. And anyway, as I have been neither stupid nor drink in your presence, don’t I get one out of three?)
I will gladly provide rugelach, but someone will have to provide a postal address, plus assurances that I will not be arrested by British Customs for smuggling. But I have my doubts that the darn things would make it in time, even airmail. And I won’t have time to bake anything until the weekend.
I really wish I could make this one, but I gave 2 weeks’ notice at my job yesterday (I GOT THE JOB!!!), and as my new boss is pregnant enough to burst at this point, they want me to start ASAP so she can train me before she goes out on her maternity leave. So I don’t think they’d appreciate my running off to another continent. Really, it’s too bad that the timing didn’t turn out just a tad differently.
::::sigh::: And that, my dear friend, is why I had to deputize someone else to poke you in the ribs. I know, we Americans are chicken, always getting the Brits to do our violent dirty work for us…
Wooooo!!! Go Eva!
I could simply bake rugelach in your absence, thus saving your having to bake and post…
Iceland has his brain ticking to come up with some questions to stump you lot (I’ll borrow some from my pub quizzes)…
Ponders…Would a Strip DopeQuiz be acceptable?
Depends. Are you in good nick?
Well, I could think of it as my way to be there in spirit. Plus then maybe someone would be grateful enough to send me a calendar.
Actually, the last times I’ve posted things to the U.K. by airmail, they’ve gotten there in less than a week – and that was to Middle of Nowhere, Kent. I imagine London proper might be even a tad faster. Of course, it cost more to mail the darn things than it did to buy them. But proper homebaked rugelach cannot be bought, only commissioned or coerced through Jewish guilt.
Yes.I can prove it.Are you.Can you?
Good point. Now, how do we properly guit you then?
I do a good line on Indian guilt, is that similar enough?
I’ve seen Curly Chick. She’s Hot, trust me.
Well, I’m not so observant, so probably any ethnic guilt will do the trick. Besides, having seen Indian guilt in action, it’s really not so different.
Or you could just ask nicely, check with Customs, ad send me a postal address. 
I’m easy.
God, no and certainly not! In that order. 
But that is neither here nor there, as I shall be attending this here fest with mine very own boyfriend, kferr, who most certainly is in very good nick indeed.
I can’t speak for all the young things at this LonDope, but I’d say the chances of a strip quiz in the pub are somewhat remote. I could be wrong, of course.
I’d say very remote.
Eva, you can post stuff to me. I’m checking with Customs as I type as to if there’s any restrictions.
I have in fact just got off the phone with them, and there are no restrictions! Post away!
If I say you’re hot, you’re hot.
I don’t know if I’ve told you lately, pauly; but you’re madder than a bag of jam.
It’s one of the things I like best about you.
Have I told you lately that I love you? Have I told you there’s no one else above you? You fill my heart with gladness, and take away all my sadness.
Ease my troubles that’s what you do. A serenade, from me to you. Pint of Kronenbourg, as I believe they serve int Silver Cross. Ta!
Can I bring a bag of jam with me?
Now come on, look at the facts - there’ll be beer; it’s in a pub and yet you think there’ll be no one above me?!?
Off the top of my head; kferr, garius, Matt, sirtonyh, Confessor Knight, Kal and qts are all taller than me. Doubtless there are others. But I shall still buy you pints. O yes indeedy.
Provided you sing that song, on the day. In the style of Ozzy Osbourne.