Well it's pretty clear that my flatmate ain't in danger of toppling that pedestal, lack of the ability to create an entire planet within 7 days notwithstanding.
Which reminds me, Wiggie is planning to move into Buckley end Dec. Faye's major concern is that Andrew doesn't eat the kitten(?).
Anyway, in order to get the ball rolling (and since my creative juices are drier than the now crisp interior of Barry's sleeping bag), I'm going to shamelessly regurgitate an email covering that most hallowed of topics - er, regurgitation. Followed by an excellent rant by everyone's favourite Uncle.
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