can we kill at least one bob?

just kill the lot

oohhh yyeeeaaaa that wud be good :bounce:

A real person sounds much better than Bob :wave:

:lol: :wink: Too many :cry:

Me thinks Nicko may be on some form of medication, failing that perhaps he may need some :roll:

how did they find out I was on medication...its years since I was referred to as 'nutty nicko'. Just goes to show a phd in psychology counts for nothing. Hang on a minute did I say phd...I should have said ghd as Im trying to go straight! Well some of you might understand :roll:

Ah now you do surprise me. Is there no end to your knowledge. I used to work with this guy who was a mine of extraordinary facts...he was also quite an enigma :?:

Check my first 50 worder...Im no Terry Pratchet but at least I had a go! Quite enjoyed it actually, if it fits the bill let me know and Ill try again some time :????:

Ive already got another lickle story, but Ill save it for another day...Dont want to get accused of being a strumpet!!!

Last night began in a park, I was looking after someones baby. Then I found myself among some ruins. Later I was at one of my good friends Robs place. I had left my comb there the week before and we were looking at it. Rob was squirming saying the comb wasnt clean, it wasnt that dirty(in real life Rob is very particular about hygiene, he is very camp and very pernickety about cleanliness)but he got all stressed and said he cant bare to have the comb in his flat anymore. I calmly collected my belongings whilst Rob talked about something else. Before heading for the door I grabbed Rob round the throat and pushed him against the wall, then after knocking all his plants over I left. I felt a bit sorry for what I had done, so to justify my actions I asked a few friends what they thought of my comb and what Rob had said. Before they could answer I found myself rummaging through items at an auction. There was a box of stationary and a car the size of a washing machine, it was black and the top lifted up like a suitcase. I tried driving it, itwas a two seater. The brakes werent too good and I went skidding all over the place. The auction started and people were leaving with bargains A girl I knew bought the car. I was stood on the corner with my family which includes a 2 year old child, the girl came racing past in the car missing the child by inches. I went over to play hell with her, told her she shouldnt drive the car till the brakes were fixed. She said the brakes were perfect. That left me feeling inadequate as I was skidding about in the car earlier.It started raining and a man came to tell us that the auction was moving to another side of town. Before we got there I found myself in Old Street in London (I know the area well, but this was a strange road, however I had been there before in a previous dream)I was with a girlfriend, we bumped in to a guy we both new, we spoke for a while then he left. Next I was in a flat with more friends, we were taking precautions against being burgled. Then I realised I couldnt remember the girl I was with earlier and I thought I was in the early stages of Alzheimers. I was franticly asking everyone but nobody knew. I knew she was a girl I had known years ago but now couldnt put a name or face to her...Woke up. Sorry for writing all this folks...should I have condensed it?

lol its good, quite an active dream u had there, mind u its one thing to grab the man round the throat but did u realy hv to knock his plants over :wink: