We know its only two weeks away and are in serious trouble.  JT and I can't
make our minds up whether to go as half of ABBA (would it be AA, AB or BB?),
40% of the Village People (I wanted to wear the helmet) or just to turn up
as hippies in our work clothes - someone did say that our styles would
eventually come back into fashion!  This time Jacky has really copped out of
a difficult decision - the range she has set us is too hard and to broad,
anyone got any bright ideas that don't include a need for needlework?

Ok you lot, its time for bed said Zebedee, boing.

TTFN

Presatyn fast approaches.  Its almost time to put on the traditional garb of
jeans, t-shirt, sneakers and beer can and put one's head down for some
serious rocking.

It promises to be a stupendous weekend - extended now to allow me to take on
the arduous drive from Utkinton (Cheshire) to Prestatyn - all of 42 miles
(60+ kliks in decimalised mileage) and to enable a longer time to drive home
with the boot (trunk) stuffed (filled) with endless goodies that Jennifer
has purchased (or rather she has bought and I have paid for with my flexible
friend [the credit card]).

If any of you poor, demented souls who inhabit this particular piece of the
ether are going to the Convention post it here so that we can arrange a mass
wedding, or some other ceremony of note.  It would be rather spiffing if we
could hold a seance and make contact with the living whilst we were there.
For me, its going to be football (we won last year, but our central midfield 
genius can't go, so we've recruited Rober Moran instead), then "Its A Cock
Up", maybe the Karaoke, Crazy Golf, and, if time permits, netball.  As you
can see I'm a man of many parts - most of them second hand, some of which
don't fit too well.  The wig, in particular, must have belonged to a
Franciscan monk, if the bit that is missing at the back is anything to go
by!

Anyway, from a poor, lonely, aged old rocker in Cheshire

KYA

There are times when, like today, all we can do is sit and wait for the
Convention to come around, its only three (YES THREE) days away and we are a
tad impatient.

Anyway, I've just had lunch (chilli and sticky toffee pudding - but not on
one plate) and am feeling a little soporific, I'll put the idiots lantern
on, watch Manchester United and go to sleep.