..the dark silhouette of a woman makes its way inside. In the blink of an eye, she has the entire room's attention by simply being there, her sheer existence within their realm. Not a single soul fails to notice the shape of her body, curvy yet elegant, like an exquisite piece of rococo furniture. Who, they all think to themselves as if telepathically synchronized, could this apparent metamorphosis of Botticelli's Venus be?
Beats me.
I'm JP.
Hi. 
Hi & Welcome to BCG!
You see, mom? I really am a pussy magnet.
Cheers, Greg.
Hi JP!
Hi there
Gordon, Shandonbelle. Nice to meet you both. Well, not meet, but you know.. Nice to, eh, read you?
Cheers anyway, people.
Yo!
Just throw your coat on the pile, step over Marc P, and fight your way to the bar; L.E. will be coming round with canapés later. Avoid making eye contact with Bussell and his crew, don't feed titbits to sootyj, and if chipolata gooses you, glass him.
And a Babysham for the laydees please.
Yeah, Babycham with a shot of Gin in it!