I feel like I've just left some kind of horror story. Do some of you guys dislike large breasted women who can't see or sing as much as come's across....and the advice it went on ad nauseum. No wonder the poor girl was sick. She'd injected so much stuff from you all that she had to spew it out, even if she was just a figment of your imaginations. You could at least have had a disclaimer about cats or pussies not being harmed for this production but then of course no one would have believed it right from the beginning. I'm so glad I don't live in London...especially in the 50's when this novel seems to be set....yuk is all I can say...here's to women's liberation when it finally arrives. Next time choose a bloke. Now I have to go and spew. What horrifies me is why I stayed so long. I think I was waiting for the murder.
matai