Hallo!

[noblueeyedhero]

And hullo, too! I'm Mike Jackson

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[avifauna]

Good evening to you.

[noblueeyedhero]

Thank you, sir. *grins*

[rightonschedule]

Welcome, Mr. Jackson. You are a cricketeer, my secretary informs me. A fine sport -- very civilised.

[noblueeyedhero]

Thank you, sir. I am, yes. *brightens* Do you play?

[rightonschedule]

I have, upon occasion, on the past. Not for a very long time, however.

And my wife and I often go with Passepartout to see matches. They rather enjoy it, I think.

[noblueeyedhero]

*nods, feeling rather sorry for Mr. Fogg* Best game in the world, isn't it?

Oh, that's good. *grins* I'm sure they do.

[psilent_p]

Comrade Jackson! Oh, but it is good to see you again! How has the fickle hand of Fate been treating you?

I do so apologize for my lateness, but I had to find a taxi and you know how that is at this hour.

[noblueeyedhero]

Hello, Psmith! *grins* I'm doing well, how are you?

*nods*

[psilent_p]

I have been doing as well as ever, Comrade Jackson. Though (confidentially, you understand) my finances have been somewhat in disarray, my life remains un-defiled by tragedy and I do not allow myself a moment's thought about money -- the love of which, as I'm sure you know, is the root of all evil.

But my typist wishes me to introduce myself, so I must be off for the moment.

[noblueeyedhero]

*nods thoughtfully* Well, I'm glad.

Right ho. Talk to you later.

[foxhuntingman]

*grins shyly* Hullo!

George Sherston. *holds out hand*

[noblueeyedhero]

*shakes hand* Pleased to meet you! *grins back*