I've still not heard anything from Little Hippy Mate's band of troubadours (the band named after a very hot version of a spicy sausage based snack* voiced by Ade Edmonson), nor for that matter found out if/when her tattoo emporium and piercing shop is going to open - not that I'm particularly bothered. But then that is the case with people who only seem to get in touch when they want something, I've said before that I've had enough of users and regrettably she has to be put in that category.
Now another thing that gets me rather exercised is when people send you an email which they have also seen fit to send to twenty or so other recipients in the forlorn hope that you might be mildly amused. Well I'm not, especially if you get your email address included in the circulation list as this leaves you wide open to the possibility of one of the other wallys on the list deciding to include you in on their banal pre-senile musings. So I've set up the mail thingie to automatically block any posts to multiple recipients, just a shame I can't get it to report such postings to their ISP...
Must go as I can hear Mister Squeaky attacking the bombay mix with his usual gusto so I'm sure he'll have to have his ears well covered with lard to facilitate extraction from the tub.
* I won't name them without a sponsorship deal
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