The Fish

it's odd for such a young man to be such an embittered miser already. perhaps it was that time he spent in space eating nothing but instant mashed potatos.... maybe it had an unforseen effect on the poor lads psyche... perhaps it was this that turned him into such a feckless simpering ninny...

there is something quite quite evil about the ugly one. Heidi and the Keisha(SP?) are alright, but Mutya... wel.. she's just a wrong-un still I wouldn't roll over her to get to Gemmil though

and what will happen when we ask for him? will he appear like a Genie from the lamp? or is just going to hover about the place waiting for us like Gemmil does? I just hope his humour is better than wor Ginger Robot, otherwise we're in store for endless "You're gay fnar fnar" jokes and pedestrian, "yeah cos you're so funny" bitter snipes. bless the fat oaf, he tries his best. Have you seen Robin Ince yet? he's very very funny too.

so tired I could metamorphose! BEars have it good, eat honey all day, then sleep all winter. I'm going to be a bear when I am reincarnated.

Your sentence doesn't make sense Oh Great Psychological Genius. And why would looking at a cat's arse make you hungry? You really are a strange boy. 64740[/snapback] I meant to say "am I the only one who saw that picture and got hungry" but it was late, I was tired and probably quite quite drunk.oh and Gemmil is gay... or something equally predictable

it's a tragedy when someone becomes predictable

No Good -Prodigy you're no good for me, I don't need nobody, don't need no-one, that's no good for me... ain't that the damned truth!

is damned right and should know I'm doing a perfect impression of the Spy-Meister in my head yesh mish Magshypenny

Prodigy- Poison rock-a-diggle baby

has the Midas touch

should realise that A cad and a Bounder are similar to roguishness and rascalosity. in short I'm a bad bad man , but bad in a "Double Fudge Choc Chip Ice cream" kinda way

would do well to acknowledge my bounder-ness

pre-empted a "Brocks a big girl" joke... the cad

if you ask him to pick on me I'll remind him that you get all doe-eyed at the thought of turrets and positively gush about the virtues of a fecking Woodlouse! A Woodlouse I say!

Silky wouldn't pick on me, I'm too frightening. but yeah I'll be back around about 3.pm on the tenth, won't be able to make the match though. I'd definitely be up for a Hyena styled night out. also I only ever refer to certain things in letter form; female rude parts, the city from which I hail and those painted fellow who supposedly "Entertain" children with baloon animals and other such suspect japery

should know that I am nobodies bitch except for the subject of my affection, I am entirely her bitch

... once more... am I the only one picture and got hungry

Lemieux, Jagr and ~N.E Other a fisrt line to make everybody cry Jaromir "You've gotta mug 'im to bring 'im down!" Jagr, legend... shame like but a couplke of decent draft picks and we'll move back to respectable

did as was intended and therefore is now my bitch. BRING ME TEA AND BISCUITS BITCH

should think of Myleen Klass trying to juggle Jelly instead then

when is it? I'd fancy doing that and wouldn't mind calling you lady Lou all night if that'd be required. I'm up in the great metropolis of N-E double U- C, A and an S and T L E from the tenth sooooo yeah, would love something to brighten the Xmas blues away

I kinda dip in and out of it same with NHL, but my team (Pitts Penguins" are soooo far up shit creek it's not even funny any more

well Lou, I don't know about the phone thing, but I can assure you that one day you WILL witness a miracle. everyone does, but they just don't appreciate it you gotta learn to marvel and the little things in life like .... earwigs they serve absolutely no purpose, they do nothing unique and there are a million other species of insects that repeat the very task that the earwig takes part in, yet the earwig (without any impressive ad campaign) is more famous than some of it's more industrious brethren. it's a miracle the bleeder is so famous, yet there it is... basking in a limelight that should (by rights) be illuminating the thankless task performed by the woodlouse, who not only thought up the whole "being a beetle which is huntyed down by pre-pubescent boys and tortured", but does so IN A SUIT OF ARMOUR You have rto admit, the inclusion of plate-mail adds a touch of pomp to the occassion. so heres to the Woodlouse, the Templar of the insect world, the Lancelot to the butterfly's Guinevere(sp?), the Samurai to the Mantis' Gaisha take a bow son, your work has not gone unrecognised by me!

how do? so has the "joint" changed you as a man? have you left the "Big House" with a real sense of purpose and joi de vivre?

my mam performs there quite regularly, for the "Silver singers", it's a good place and the accoustics were fine, but I got good seats, what with being family of one of the stars. apparently she's been on tv and the local radio stations. which is nice.