Of course you are my bright little star,
I've miles
And miles
Of files
Pretty files
of your forefather's fruit
and now to suit
our great computer,
You're magnetic ink.

But I'm more than that. At least, I think I must be.

There you go, man
Keep as cool as you can
Face piles of trials with smiles
It riles them to believe
That you perceive
The web they weave...
And keep on thinking free



Gosh that takes me back.

:hedfone::bass::blunt::thumb:

I'm the one telling you like it is.

I am legend.

We used to call my grandmother "Queen Of All She Surveys." I think I'll adopt it. Yup. That's who I am.

Hey Flint: Who are YOU?

I are Zippyt !!!

My mum calls me Ree, she hates 'Rhianne' - says it was my Dad's idea.

Sounds like Rumpoles "She who must be obeyed." or as we like to call some of our friends kids, SWMBO. (Pronounced Swimbo)

or what?:eek:

Don't challenge me, upstarts.

"I work for no man... I have no name."

Unzip your fly Flint and, quick as a wink, look down. There I am!