G'morning Heather again,

 HL>>> That stinger....  Jellyfish Andrews.
 MM>> Foreshore - tank you very much !  (they put stuff in the
 MM>> camp limejuice during WW2 to make us forget girls ... do you
 MM>> know, I think its beginning to work)
 HL>> Bromide or broccoli?
 MM> By its slow development, it must be bromide;  besides which,
 MM> broccoli makes me all froliccolly...
 HL> That's a new name for wind.

Best to avoid wind whilst frolicking, no matter what you've named 
it...  venting tends to put one's partner off...

 HL>> Or a record of Cliff Pilchard singing continuously "Goodbye
 HL>> Salmon, Hello Salmonella".
 MM> Naaa ... give me Nat Kingi Cole bubbling "It Haddock Be You"
 MM> or "When You Fish Upon A Star" in some unending smedoly from
 MM> the 50's...
 HL> I prefer the song by Screaming Lord Sutch.... "Jack The Kipper".

Mmmm...not even if he tried "Mackerel the Knife" - but I could go 
for Kylie Minnow, appropiately attired, singing "I Wish I Could 
Shimmy Like My Sister Skate"...

 HL>  - The cat is, above all things, a dramatist.

I can just imagine William Shakespaw's version of the Hoki Poki...

"O proud left paw, that ventures quick within
 Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
 Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
 Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.

 Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
 A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
 To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
 Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.

 The Hoki, the poki -- banish now thy doubt
 Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about."

Yea, verily, indeed... I'll get back to my pipes in the cell...

:-(
 
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