Enter Queenly Music

Darling Bell: Dashing music this. Do hope the rain'll hold off....Don't stop me nowow, oh I do like
modern music.
Lord Slimly: It beats all the old 50's style stuff in the hit parade rite now.
Darling Bell: Sorry, can't talk, I'm dancing.
Lady Slush: Oh, I can talk. I'm quite out of puff. Tho I don't know how many words I'm good for down
to my constatnt gasping.
Lord Slimly: Think I'm dancing too. You know I'm a shadow.
Lady Slush: I had thought you freer.
Lord Slimly: Well, we are free to choose...She keeps Moet and Chandon, this is a good one.
Lady Slush: Well, I'll sit down then like a frog on a toadstool. Must get me a man. Or, rather, must
make a man get me. Man, man, two arms, two legs, breathing thing. Mind you, he'd have to be a
Lord tho.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Talking to yourself again? You should go over and see Roger. Its Pimms
O'Clock at every O'clock over there.
Lady Slush: Oh, I would but I can't make my legs take me.
Harmony of Hinterburne: I'm quite giddy myself, but more from the drink than the dancing.
Lady Slush: You always got your spirits from a bottle.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Yes, if that wasn't my motto I'd take offence.
Lady Slush: Oh, I feel all fagged out. I've the stamina of a slug.
Harmony of Hinterburne: You should see Lady Sludge, quite passed out.
Lady Slush: Really? How's Lord Smudge getting on?
Harmony of Hinterburne: Oh, I wouldn't bother. Him's O'clock if you know what I mean. Roger drank
him under the table tho he protests he's preparing for the predicted litening.
Lady Slush: The clouds have been threatening all day.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Think Darling Bell would dance thru the rain.
Lady Slush: Oh, I'd require a brolly.