Only seven posts yesterday, like the last bubbles in a bottle of lemonade. Maybe everyone was out throwing snowballs. As soon as it gets deep enough I'm going to steal a tray from the cafeteria and go sledging. When I was twelve I went sledging down a big hill with some friends. My Dad was watching us and kept saying how much better sledging was when he was a boy, and if we let him have a go he'd show us how it was done. Eventually I gave him my sledge, which he sat on. He looked like an elephant standing on a little drum at the circus. "This is how you do it" he said, as he lay down face first and pushed off. Now my dad is slightly heavier than the average twelve year old boy, so he flew down the hill on this tiny sledge faster than anyone had before, with ice flying in his mouth, up his nose, and into the curls of his curly hair. Silence descended and jaws dropped as everyone turned to watch this slightly misguided grown man plummet to his doom. Snowballs stopped in mid flight. He bounced a few times, flew off the rather inadequate sledge, and skidded into a snowman. The snowman's head fell off and landed on his head and his pipe landed in my dad's mouth (no, sorry, I made that bit up). Anyway, it was dead funny, although my dad didn't quite see it that way - "ooh! Me back!" he cried and went to bed for a week. Well, there you go - the perils of sledging. Play safe kids. I hope it's snowing where you are. Bye Robin +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+