Inspiring women of the world. Many, many - most of whom are in some way debatable and hence I shall provide no examples. All this talk of pigeon street, however, got me thinking. I had my own heroine as an infant - she was sexy, sassy, and she had the greatest theme on TV. I adopted her moniker as a tribute to her infinite brilliance. Long Distance Clara. Need I say more? So age five, and to the delight of my parents, I found my goal in life. Lorry Driver. Perfect. I called myself Clara for about a year. No one seemed to pay a blind bit of notice, and only my very best friend referred to me as I had deemed appropriate. Perhaps this was because previously I'd insisted on only responding to the name Matilda, after learning and loving that wonderful ode to our friends down under. You'll come a waltzing indeed. It must have run in the family. When my little brother finally agreed to leave the house without adorning his full spiderman regalia and webbed balaclava, he had an accident on his bike and had to be brought home by the police. He'd told them his name was Michael Knight. -- Nicola M Stip / Blue Music www.stip.demon.co.uk ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------