Let the Games Begin...

Back at work, Jiblets has been reunited with his arch-rival Le Poulet but darker forces are at work...

Yes, not only is Herbie not allowed to keep rubber chickens in his pigeon-hole (apparently they aren't to be used for pigeons either as I found out the next day) but having female friends on staff is very much not allowed. The rumours have begun again in ernest it would seem and the two rumourees (again, is that a word?) have decided upon their Grand Unified Master Plan (in my case GUMP) - DO NOTHING.

As suggestions become more outrageous (even if they were unbelievable before...) we shall smile sweetly and keep the ravaging hordes guessing. Plus, it helps refine your poker skills. Speaking of which... Corinthian has not only proven himself a mighty strategist in many fields of gaming (computerised mainly) but a damn fine poker player - with practice, all you lovely girls out there should watch out, he'll have you stripping down to your bare under-thingies before he's even taken a shoe off. Although, alcohol seems to inhibit his judgement on occasion. I reccomend shot-glass chess (again, ask later OR maybe... don't ask at all).

More photo's coming soon - just need to re-load the software (after computing accident)