Sinister: "take my wife, no please, really, take her. de dum tishhhh"

[Pete Ramsdale]

Paula -

(Pete puts his Jon Snow/Phillipa Forrester head on......) I think you
will find ;-) that the Toastmaster (TM) is one of those
Morphy-Richards Cool-wall jobbies that has eight different heat
settings, seven of which cremate your bread. The aforementioned
Toastmaster (TM) society is a conglomerate of Toastmaster (TM) owners,
who regularly meet up down the Dublin Castle to fling around with gay
abandon stories of marmalade mornings, apricot afternoons, elderberry
evenings, and most of all, cremated bread. Why is it that so many
settings on your average toaster cause spontaneous combustion of it's
contents? And, dear Points of View, why, oh why oh why, is there a
setting marked 'F'?? Does this actually stand for F**king burnt?? The
nearest I've come to any sensible answer is Frozen bread, which
doesn't work anyway, cause I've tried it. So there.

Anyway. All tomorrows parties. After having missed Bowlie (penniless,
dearies - buying a house) I have GOT to get myself to its successor.
Ok, ok, so the puritans amongst you may say that it's not going to be
the same without our beloved B&S, which is probably true, but (IMHO)
there are so many class acts in the line-up that they may well make up
for it. For example, if anyone has got to this point in their life
without seeing the divine miss Laetitia Sadier (Mrs Gane??) and her
entourage (Stereolab) I would heartily recommend that this be
rectified at once. How can anyone not like a band that called one of
the songs on their very first albums "You Little Shits"?? Top skills.
If I've put anyone off going by my predicted presence there, I can
only apologise. I promise I'll try and keep myself to myself.

Well, that's it for now. I shall go back to lurking. To be quite
frank, it's what I'm best at.

Oh, and before I go - Chris (the one who asked for ideas on how to be
less shy around girls) - that writing to them thing that I mailed you
about doesn't bloody work. I did that, and although it means that she
does finally know I'm alive, she just wants to be friends. Buggrit.

lol p xx.
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 Life is full of regrets, and I've had a few, as Frank Sinatra
 once sang, before hiccuping loudly and falling over sideways.

 Pete Ramsdale - peter.ramsdale at wdr.com
 Phone: 0171 568 3836

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