there was a little girl called caroline D,
she had steak and pepper for her tea.
she drank lots of wine,
spewed up all the time,
this poem doesnt rhyme.

boredom has struck people and no one posts on here anymore! xxx

What is gonna go in the DJ bit btw? (Jenna ponders...)

Just leave the last line down to me!

Jen, methinks we should enrol you on a poetry workshop. Give you something to do over the summer. I'm going for egg painting, Holl can have felt finger puppets and Caro can try her hand (or both) at rag rugs. Splendid flows of creativity.

P.S, Did you really think I'd let you keep that photo?! Self porn just isn't a personal turn-on of mine.

P.P.S. Talbot, i've got a daisy chain in my hair, hope it's an improvement on my apparent "lack of effort" on Friday. Cheeky beggar.

I made part of a rag rug at Wigan Pier once...

Rug rag? Juices flowing? Sounds a bit nasty to me.

Sian, you know I didn't mean it.

did you delete it today you rogue?! you did look dodgy when you were "playing" with my phone.. ahh i wanted that to blackmail you with

did you delete it today you rogue?! you did look dodgy when you were "playing" with my phone.. ahh i wanted that to blackmail you with

err how did that happen exactly? must have been a worthy comment

Jenna, are you suffering from 'illness' like mine at 42s that time???? Was a bit surprised at the drunkeness that happened, we didn't really have much... of course nothing compares to the drug induced wonders that lux boys seem to have encountered!

Where might one find a pair of lace gloves suitable for man-sized hands? Dreaming about lace gloves and shawls is marginally better and easier to explain than dreaming about fish escaping their tank...

how do you get so ill from so little?! it must have been becauseit was tuesday... as was your illness at 42s!! wow ive cracked the code

genius...

p.s. I HATE NOODLES NOW!