I'll give you the flowery metaphor, but there's no excuse for that.



I thought you were joking the other week. You weren't.



That must be in [ievery[/i electricians list, you lot love that. When my friend comes round and does little bits for us, I am absolutely terrified at his blasé attitude.

Here we go, I like the idea of this game, although I must add, my favourite things change all the time.

Extra virgin olive oil from Fattoria di Cinciano.
Being European.
Pubs brewing their own beer.
Jil Sander.
Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö.
Yohji Yamamoto.
Rock pooling.
Sangiovese.
A winding greasy road and a little car with too much power.
Many forms of music.
My ragu.
Sea food.
Winteringham Fields circa 2004.
Panzano.
Gil Scott-Herron.
Looking towards the top of a mountain at the beginning of the climb.
Jo Nesbø.
A night at the theatre.
Arriving in a city I haven't been to.
Planning a trip.
Many other things at different times.

Halifaxs Sam Barlow has turned us down hes staying at fax

You must really not like Sam Barlow if the fact he's not signing for us is your favourite thing in the world...

nope couldn't give a toss personally only I post he was signing for us just thought i would correct my mistake

sorry for interrupting your conversation

I was merely joshing, don't take things so harshly.

Anyway, first day of not smoking. Only crossing my mind about three times a second.

We didn't want him anyways

Smoking is vile I tell u vile just think how much nicer ur hair and clothes will smell wen not smoking

Thanks to who ever it was that mentioned naming our favourite song, about 16 hours in and I'd got it whittled down to about 60, then I keep remembering more. Different songs for different moods!

I'm just as bad with films,

Yeah, there's no way I could list a favourite. I used to say Casablanca, but it isn't really, I could maybe narrow it down to top three's by genre.

Absolutely no chance with songs. Certain songs come on the radio or you rediscover them and I say; "Definite top ten this one". This list far exceeds ten.

no probs didnt take it that way i gave up smoking 10 years ago i wasnt easy but ive never looked back good luck

I think Ms. Terrorist set some sort of holiday first.

Her natural skin tone is deathly pallor/light blue (think the Daz doorstep challenge kind of white), in the Mediterranean she feels a bit self conscious about this (as well us suffering several unpleasant incidents where local children have thrown stones at "The Ice Ghost" (Naples) and one where the people of a small out of the way Slovakian town wanted to "Burn the white witch as the crops will fail".) so decided to have a bit of a spray tan.

She's actually had one before, when we went to Sicily last year, but I think they only did one and it didn't really show through over the blueish hue.

This year the person who charges money for doing things one is perfectly capable of doing for oneself (cutting toe nails, buffing finger nails) decided to go for a deeper colour, not quite along the lines of The Duke, but less ghost like.

It looked fine, Ms. Terrorist felt happy about showing a very modest bit of leg and old ladies in black shawls did not throw garlic, make the sign of the cross or try to run her through with wooden stakes.

And then the hot rock massage and body scrub came along. San Tropez duly removed.

Now, keen readers will remember that good keeper's of gingers (Ginger Smiths) do not, under any circumstances allow them out of doors so the majority of the week was spent by the pool in the spa, reading books, playing backgammon and me making that irritating tsk tsk noise generated by having one's mp3 player on too loud. On the times we did brave the sun I made sure I lathered Ms. Terrorist in a reflective zinc based paint. this cannot be used much as the side effects can be serious.

Thus, I think Ms. Terrorist is possibly the first person to return from a su8n paradise type holiday paler than when she set out.

Cheers. I've given up for about eighteen months in the past so I know if I can crack three weeks it'll be fine.