Flipu my Phys Trainer, :-) You cruel cruel fyaat fyaat chappal! :-) 50kgs? No, I will do a 100 kg backpack. Lu jaa. Why 20 miles? Make it a 100 miles extreme cross-country race. And I won't even walk. Kasari? Well I will sit next to you, and err, you'll drive my green Land Rover! :-) How's that for a very very 'harsh punishment'? Sorted. :-) Take care the sweetest one! *********** Maila, Blimey. Udi Jaane Chari re? Stop saying this, will you? Do you want to be murdered or what? Because I am in no habit of writing abituaries, least of all yours! :_0 Have written one and I certainly don't fancy writing one for my dear ol' bhai! :-) Yes, the UJC (Udi Jaane Chari) has come home to 'roost'! Isn't that just wonderful? *********** Eshkarlet Pimpernel oops Ohara, :-) Feels rather strange to have thee and the good ol' Danny in the same room again. Yes, my appearance has been all too erratic - life's priorities have changed obviously. Sajha wasn't interesting without you perhaps - remember the Ohara girl in full cry and ready to give yours truly the grief at every conceivable opportunity. And there was Danny then with no end of his gibberish bursts. But all this fun ended when the Ohara girl 'went with the wind' - literally this time leaving no trace of her whereabouts! Welcome back! *********** Danny Rex, my wiry Adjutant, Muster at 1000 hrs dot Captain - Pvt Ohara has phoned in sick. Love sick? What gobledygooks are you talking about? Call the ambulance now and send it straight to the barracks with the Medic corporal. Yes, pronto. Jesus friggin Christ. I don't know why I chose you as my Adjutant, in the first friggin place! :-) :-) Here's to life and its many absurdities. And to Scarlett. Carpe diem