I spent yesterday helping Shelley finish the decoration of her living room. The place looks fantastic now and neither of us lost anything significant during the use of power tools (I had an adult help us).
Dave, my tame handy man, invited me round to his house to browse his MP3 collection today. I've been a big fan of MP3's since a friend pointed out that the stereo in my old car could play CD-Rs of MP3 albums. I wasn't that impressed until he pointed out that you can get 7-10 albums worth of music on one disc! Since then I've been ripping my own CD's as and when I've wanted to listen to them in the car. Dave is into file sharing and uses something called DC++ to steal errm, download for trial, albums from other geeks around the world. Actually he mostly collects stuff you can't buy in the shops: live bootlegs and demos from new bands. His knowledge of rock out geeks mine and that's saying something!
Anyway I came away from his house with 14 CD's full of MP3s that he recomended I listen to. Three discs have nothing but cover versions of rock songs by various metal bands and there's a metal tribute to Abba somewhere in amongst the discs! I got home and connected my desktop machine up to the stereo and I've been listening to some really bizarre stuff ever since. I may not leave this room for days at this rate if left to my own devices. Luckily Vicky is coming over tomorrow afternoon to rescue me from myself and take me out shopping for underwear.
Vicky pointed out that when I bother to wear a bra and knickers they inevitably have holes in them or frayed edges and I need to replace them. I do have quite a lot of nice underwear (lacy, frilly, sexy stuff to wear with stockings and heels) but I only wear it when I'm going out all dressed up (which is not as often as Vicky thinks I should) so it's the everyday stuff I'm replacing. I have to admit that I'm actually looking forward to shopping with Vicky and I'm hoping for a little bit of freerange sex in the dressing rooms. 
Lucy
Currently listening to a band called Lagwagon cover 'Brown Eye Girl' by Van Morrison
When the time is right we ask for good women dressed in a sensible bra, stockings and lacy knickers, this is what our nation asks for. The Hun is over head with their dreaded Zeppelins and things are just not that English any more. The valiant Englishman is out there doing his thing and this braveness in all adversaries is welcomed while the British gal is there in their underwear, waiting and waiting. The valiant few will return and the gals will no longer remain with passionate hearts longing in vain for their men. The lacy knickers, stockings and other things, will have not been put to side in hopelessness but will have had there purpose, like the young women of this great land. God Bless this Nation.