There is a certain siren calling at me and I'm about to dash meself on the rocks. Linda, why is the poor woman still interested when you've told her all about me? You havn't been on about Tom Sellick, body hair, muscular bits and an engaging smile again have you? Yesterday I received by e mail a photo taken during the Potato Orchestra's gig outside Holy Trinity. If the poor woman needs more proof that I am a complete shambles, I'll publish it here. Can anyone giz a clue how to do this?

John is suffering from the heat, obviously.