Hi. Well I'm still reading your journal,interesting. I know this will bore everyone one who puts messages out there but I am a boring person as it is hey Al, I passed and am now an ACT!!! Keep Travelling the wondering hedgehog who we haven't seen for a while, gee you just can't get the staff these days

Hello me.
I've left a message for me to read because no-one else does anymore.
Hope you're well. I am thanks - and you? Yes, fine.
Speak to me soon.
[solo group hug]

I am now officially the only person to visit your website.
Jeremy only visited recently on my recommendation.
All the wierd pseudonyms are me - as if you didn't know.
And it was I who rated your most recent journal entry, giving it 3 stars. Either no-one else has or every alternate person has not recommended it.
On a lighter note, Garth Marenghi's Darkplace is even more wonderful than I remember. Skipper The Eyechild is particulary fabulous, for the flashbacks and the "commentary".
Gavin.
PS. did you see my utterly fabulous letter in the PJ recently? 1st letter on the 1st page. Dripping with sarcasm, vitreol and venonous wit. One of my best, ever. Death to Pfizzer and Unethichem.

Jeremy,

it's "wished", not "wish".

And hedgehogs are insectivores - not rodents.

Gav

I am obliged to wish you a Happy Birthday.

Although you are a steaming pile of pus filled maggots feeding on the body of a man who has rarely ever wish me a Happy Birthday.

May the gods roll out their mighty wangs and piss on you from high.

In the time-honoured tradition passed down from set to set; I have ignited a Roman candle up the a$$ of a hedgehog (that should have known better than to be out at night by itself).

As it screams off into the night sky blasting into meaty rodent chunks.

Is it not comforting to know that Im thinking of you

Mwah Ha Ha

Kunnt

Greetings Cyber-travellers.
I have arrived.

Happy birthday quite soon
Happy birthday real soon
Happy birthday on Wednesday
Are you doing anything nice?

Or anyone?

You can have a birthday prize when and if you return to bonnie Scotland. It's difficult to post presents to you just now.

PS. I agree with Mr Rushdie. And what 4 star word did he use?

I guess the novelty of you being antipodean has worn off. Nae .... ever writes on your massage bored any more. Oh well.

[Oi, Salman, I've told you before - this is my hidden bunker!  Go and swear in your own hidey-hole.]

Thanks for confirming that you did the
Fox's Glacier Mince.

The big Ice Cube? Ha, yes, and as I was tramping all over his podgy frame, I repeatedly asked him why he hadn't released any good music since 1992.

Seen it, walked on it, put photos on this website. Look under 'My Photo Albums' on the right.

I've already patented the idea of a helicopter-served Ice Bar on the glacier. It'd have to be on skis, so as to be able to move whenver needed. All the ice comes direct from the glacier, there can be a miniature glacier coming down the length of the bar and they chip the ice directly off it and into your drink.

The staff are all Inuits, and they live in igloos erected around the bar every night - for an extra $45 you can watch them do it with a genuine Kiwi Eskimo giving you a step-by-step account of the dome's construction! The bar's speciality - fried Blue Penguin in Kiwi Fruit Sauce.

I'm going to make a fortune here, I tells ya.

Al - did you do your poncy walk on the big ice cube?

Except you. Ha! I knew you'd fall for it. I'll be round shortly.