Oh dear. She’s still obsessed with FIRE!!! 
There’s no candles to burn on my desk at the office 
I R always obsessed with FIRE!!!
Well, that’s OK then :D. How about beer? Beer is good. And chocolate monkeys! I may well have to go into town and buy another chocolate monkey in your honour. And yes, you can smash my monkey as well 
Oh yes! I wanted to ask - Ianzin, where can I get some magical fire paper?
Steve - you can email the video to my voiceofthetm @ hotmail address if you like - I’ve emptied it out.
Casdave - I’m seriously thinking about prison work. Thanks for putting up with my questions
I was just going to post a CD to the address on your business card, which u gave me. This OK?
Email them to you… files waaaaaaaaaaaaay too big for my connection.
The fire paper is very expensive. But if Queen Fran and anyone wants some, its real name is Flashpaper and you can order it from various magic places, including Davenports in London (Charing X) who will mail order it to you - 836 0408. If that number is out of date, you can track them down I’m sure. Costs about £8 for half a dozen sheets, each sheet being smaller than a piece of A5. So, you see, it’s far cheaper and easier to just invite me to a Dopefest and then you get to enjoy it for free!
Ianzin - yep, that address is fine!
And I guess you’re invited to the next Dopefest then…
Just noticed your sig! Bwhahahaaa!
What happenes if you set fire to the whole lot in one go? Does it go KABOOOOM!!!
bouncy bouncy bouncy FIRE!!!
Oh good lord. Flashpaper. I’m going to buy asbestos clothing immediately
awwwwww… common… it doesn’t hurt!
[sub]…honest…[/sub]
You’ve wasted 8 quid rather quickly
Anyone here care to hazard a guess as to why my bleeding galaxy won’t behave??
Cos you but a big blip in the space-time-continueum (sp?) by suggesting it took a day for the Earth to go round the Sun.
And I haven’t had a ciggy yet, and nothing works till I have a ciggy…
I wouldn’t call a huge KABOOOOM!!! a waste of £8. I’d call it FUN!
i can’t wait - i should be able to see the mushroom cloud over barnet from here.
I just redefined the term used for the orbital period of the Earth about the Sun. It still takes the same amount of time, I’ve just decided to be unconventional and call it something else. Honest.
Well, I don’t normally encourage this, but go and have a ciggy then! Maybe my galaxy will work then
Good point. But £8=more than four pints of BEER!
NOOOOOO!!!
Beer? - Kaboom? - Beer? - Kaboom? - Beer? - Kaboom?
falls over
Only in the Anguaverse - here in the real world it would get you three and a bit.
Here in Brum it only costs about £1.70 for a beer (I think, I can’t quite remember from Saturday night, and I don’t think I actually went up to the bar at the OVT). So, £8=more than 4 pints of beer.
And if you go up north, where bitter is bitter, ale is ale, men are men and women are loud (so we’re talking about the sacred place known as Lancashire, and not that heathen place Yorkshire;)), a pint of bitter is approximately £1.20. So, £8=6 and two thirds pints of beer. Hurrah!
BOOOO!
My local charges £2.50 for a pint of Guinness…
I think I’ll go for the Kaboooooom!
And it’s Lankysheer…
Hehe - I thought you would
Actually, its more sort of “Lankyshir”
One thing struck me about Birmingham. (I pointed it out to Tir and Sir Doris on the Sunday morning … we won’t go into the turn of events that left me alone with the two sexy blondes … )
Although the buildings in Birmingham tend towards the large, square, concrete and soulless, you cannot accuse them of being anonymous. All the buildings have large helpful signs telling you what they are. Dismal high-rise flatblocks are labelled with their names. Public and private buildings alike have big descriptive signs: “Birmingham School of Art and Design”, “International Convention Centre”, “Welsh Congregational Church” (you’d think they’d have wanted to keep quiet about that) …
Everything in Birmingham is helpfully labelled, in huge block letters.
It’s like the Batcave.
Well, they could have done with a couple more saying “New Street Station”
Well, like I say, she got me to the station at exactly the right moment - I arrived on the platform just as the train to Oxford did. So, I heartily recommend Angua’s personal service for all your travel needs. (OK, so it took seventeen minutes by my watch … )