Message for Moon Unit

ScruffBall did you get yourself sorted with another house after all? - are you still in limbo like the well nourished Gary WheelBarlow?

Where do I send crisps to now?

What has this gibberish got to do with Francesco Zappa's daughter? I wonder... did you loose yer marbles, Huntsy?

You won't find this hard to believe George but that is the second time today someone has put that to me.

Erm, message was meant for a regular visitor to this website who is oft seen smoking reefers.

I'm super, thanks for asking! The same can't be said for Gary Sparrow though. Crisps were the undoing of him. He's Rick Waller now you know!

I don't eat crisps any more in case I turn into Roly Poly Barlow. I stick to honey now you know, my delicate tongue lapping gently as my friend the badger waits his turn patiently at my side. Yes honey, it's the way forward!

Honey, that's a turn up for the books. I can only enjoy the sweetest of sweet beauty when applied to pancakes. As for spreading on toast, sir ... call me a taxi - my bread has been soiled.

Being a savoury gentleman I'll stick with my crisps, light flavoured snacks of all orientation and sometimes a wide variety of Indian vegetable treats, samosas, pakora etc. (strictly weekends only).

Glad to here your life is settling down after a hefty stir. Did the NO collection make it or did it end up at Glasgow land-fill? - I recollect you gave some goodies outward ... you see, a true gent.