(Hello Mr. B - welcome aboard) Been feeling in a bit of a grump lately but when the Tall Guy re-raised the question of the picnics I was filled with joy once more. I am willing to accept your twister challenge, Sir. Your rangey limbs may be some advantage but I'm going to stage lightening tickling attacks - so beware. I think when we do have the first picnic they should occur all over the world; wherever 2 or more sinisterenes are gathered together. We could then arrange for Elton John (or even better - Sonia) to sing a medly of his/her hits in perhaps London and then jet off to the USA - live-aid style. I shall make some of my mother's celebrated Anzac cookies for the day. And bring my frisbee. Off topic even further now so please stop here if you're a thrusting executive and time equals money and all that stuff. Anyhow a friend has sent me a fabulous Tommy Cooper gag.... 'A bloke came up to me and said "I'm going to chop the bottom off one of your trouser legs and put it in the library". I thought, that's a turn up for the books.' Don't tell me Sir Heathcliff Richard wouldn't have loved that one... xx john ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . 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 . We're all happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. Aren't we? -----------------------------------------------------------------------