On 29/10/04, John Coyle, discombobulated, unleashed: >Cotty, man, 17C and shirt-sleeves?!?!?!?! That's our night-time winter >temperature, when we all rug up in our cardies and drink hot chocolate in >front of a fire (usually artificial, of course: they don't build many >Queensland homes with chimneys nowadays!)
Yes but come on, I mean you're all upside down - doesn't all that blood rushing to your heads mess things up a bit?!? Cheers, Cotty ___/\__ || (O) | People, Places, Pastiche ||=====| http://www.cottysnaps.com _____________________________
