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Father: It's...Well, the invitation I didn't recieve said "Your neighbours" and it must be nearby neighbours as I can feel the bass-drum pounding against the innertubes of my ears from here, and I doubt that's coming from the Coles across the street. So unless it's the sound of wardrums from...

Father: Well...I am no fashion guru -- athough I did once take an Adult Education course on Guru-ing and Snake-dances, but I'll save that for the party -- though I have always concidered myself a man of impeachable taste when it comes to handbags...I'd say that yellow is more your colour than sheep.

Father: Like I could resist the smile of a lizard...or crocodile tears...of any other general reptilian emotion...*aside to Liza* I think it's the external ears and moveable eyelids that get me...Shall we? *motions to door*

Not a lot of new pages have gone up during the later days of this week, but we've added a "Quote of the day" feature, and there's rumours of some kind of episode guide being cooked up.

Father: *shifty eyes* ...just think of the gossip if I was to turn up at a party with a pregnant nanny by my side... *swallows* Sure, ah, we were just about to...invite you! Are you certain the lizard can handle the twins this late at night and with that amount of sucrose in their systems?

Father: *shifty eyes* Just think of the gossip if I was to turn up at a party with a pet Yak on my person...*end shifty* Wait! Yes, I'd love to come with you! Just give me a minute to find my sequin studded party-hat.

Aaron? Aaron? Is that you buddy? HI! *huge hugs* How have you been, ol' buddy ol' friend?

Father: *remains at home, slightly disappointed that he wasn't invited* *and slightly relieved* *and slightly annoyed by the pulsing music and lights* It's enough to give a grown man an epileptic fit...

Pepe...and...Rizzo....YES! I hope people can get clips onto YouTube! (Thanks for the live-feed link, btw, Luke, but I kanne get it to work.)

Father Moppet: *bangs upsitairs window open* Such roudy behavior so late at night or early in the morning is unfit and unsociable and down right...loud. Shut your party down, or send me an invite!

He answered here just a little over a week ago. What happens is that Prawnie of Dwayne e-mail the questions to him when we have enough and then he mails back with some fabulous answers.

Father: Really,why would I need a weapon? Honestly...*hastily snatches it before the offer is withdrawn and shoves it into pocket* So, what have you two been up to, Adam, Dandan? I think it's high time we caught up, had a chat, man to...er...people.

Ooh, I have a question...I know that a lot of questions revolve around "Whatever happened to" but I think this is something slightly original... "Whatever happened to Skeeter? Why did she stay as a baby? I suppose there was never any call for her to be an adult, but she could have joined the...

Father: *turns head in time to see Adam and hails him, climbing defltly over the garden gate and crossing the road towards him* Adam! Hi. Finally, someone sane to speak to who won't give me a headache. Jack speaks in alliteration, Nell speaks in squeaks, and those friends of hers speak in some...

Father: Can I possibly be the only sane person in this yard? Dandan! Get your foot out of the steering wheel and control yourself!

Father: *does a 180 and heads back up the garden path* Sorry, to bother you, hi, listen, I know I only just left and now I'm back which doesn't mean that I love this place and cannot leave, or that I missed you, because I didn't, well that sounded rude, but wasn't intended to be rude...

Father: Not without a cheese sandwich. *aside* This is not the first time I have told him that one cannot eat those offending objects without cheese and bread...*shakes head* But that's my sister-in-law...or brother-in-law...or...otherwise-related-law...

Father: *stares at creatures* I'm sorry, what? Are you speaking English? I don't get the accent...I said I *loudly and slowly* doon't geet the laanguage. Whoo are yoou? (sidenote:Yes, I'm bringing out a habbit of insulting the Irish, I do appologuise)

Ding-dong, you're right. Your go!

Oh that's strange...I have no idea what it was talking about! It hasn't done that to me. Let me know if it does it again.