I have begun to think about the inside of a tennis ball now. Peaceful, white, airy, a bit like a scene from one of those 60's Spacey sci do films or Barbarella where they're in that big white room that is like the inside of a ping pong ball...
Sh1te mostly! And I still managed to take my O'Level a year early and get an A! I think Mrs Morris was on drugs and Mr Tibbins a raving alcoholic. Happy days they were.
They made me get up and go out for breakfast. I am now back in bed and posting drivel before another snoozeathon!
The flat iron my brother bought for me in France has left a rusty mark on the window cill in the office , i might put it in the next boot sale we do
I'd kill (possibly) for a Flat iron, A Flatiron mandolin that is, like this beaut... http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgu...XtMAL&tbm=isch&client=safari&ved=0CCYQMygIMAg
Apologies to all, that last post was scarcely worthy of the top drawer drivel and assorted boll*x that has graced this thread so far.