OK. as my new year resolution was to increase activity on this board you'll have to put up with my pathetic nonsense.

If you were stuck in a lift/elevator with TWO people, who would they be and what would you talk about? (It's got to be two so that you have to talk rather than get up to naughty stuff). And don't even think of saying the two Johns.

Rather a failure of the imagination if you can't get up to naughty things with more than one person...but I digress.

For how long would we be stuck? Long enough so the decomposing bodies of the two people I have just kllled have poisoned the air, and, in an ironic twist, killed me?

And can I presume that it is a time-machine lift, and we can pick up any two people from history?

I hate to be a pedant, as I amn't really, I just need to know within what parameters I may frame my answer. And you have the question, so you get to set the criteria.

Actually, the other reason I ask is to delay my answer, as my head is full of hubba-hubba naughtiness...

oops l just thought...
can l start the game again?

Your answer is constrained only by your imagination.

Stray, you should keep those multi-way fantasies to yourself - there are children around (tho if you were accidentally to email them in my direction I won't be offended). I particularly liked the decomposition. Nice.

OK, my special elevator is like the fox/chicken/farmer game. The door opens, and one person gets in and one person gets out. But you can't have a physicist in with a mathematician, nor a hawt chick with another male (except for me) and *deletes fantasy chat and accidently mails it to Herring*

OK. Going up. Just me, ground floor

*bing* floor one

In gets Christ and Groucho Marx (heh, two Jews)

*bing* floor two

Groucho gets out and Dirac gets in

*bing* floor three

Dirac and Groucho both get out, Lizze Siddal and Jane Burden get in

*bing* floor four

Jane departs and a young Beatrice Dalle gets in

*bing* floor four

Both chicks leave, Newton and Feynmann enter

*bing* floor five

Newton leaves, I kick Feynmann out as I see Christina Rossetti and Helen of Troy approach

*bing* floor six

I boot Christina out, making way for Modesty Blaise

(I may be tired, but, you know, needs must and all)

*bing* floor seven

I have stretched the joke even beyond breaking point, and Modesty kicks my arse.

And the booby (can I say that with kids watching?) prize goes to Mr Toaster.

1. The question required the participant to divulge what they would talk about whilst in the lift. You did not.

2. You were supposed to pick me.

Ah, but there was two parts to your question, and I quote:

_who would they be and what would you talk about_

I have stated the first part, I think.

See, if you had said 'pick a person with whom talking would take up only some of the time', then *of course* you be be on my list. :)

Also, I never intimated that that was my whole answer, given the two-pronged attack of the question.

Of course, no one ever said I couldn't argue a point just for the sake of it, or to prove, in the end, that I was right all along. Go on, just admit I am right, it is better in the long run. :)

Of course (part two) those who have met me will attest to me not being as obtuse as I seem to seem to seem to be seeming to be.

Of course (part three) there is no part three.

You're right. I shouldn't have jumped to the conclusion that you had finished your response to my questions. You still should've picked me, if only to massage my ego in the hope that I would start many more high-brow topics on which to post.

B)