some blackadder's christmas really is nothing special, vulgar, direct jokes, but they NEVER fail to give me the hysterics.
better than rying over spilled milk, or finding that your golf shirt seems to shout - just screw it...
actually, i am tempted to just pick up a three, seven and nine iron and have 9 holes for breakfast....
gotta go that way (more or less) anyway.
alternative pan might be to go to paris, then to senlis in order to find out what happened to my very lovely friend freddie whose family used to live there. last i saw of him were pictures of his baby taken in hong kong- view to the harbour.
a round of golf with him might just be the new years treat.
only one guy who totally vanished- havent't managed to find him so far

ahh the apst, part of the above mantioned christmas carol, no??