I had a dream about our very own TIS last night. She was sitting in front of me on a Sex and the City bus tour, and was reading the exact same copy of a Sopranos book that I had given to a friend who had then sold it on eBay. We got talking, though she had a Yorkshire accent, and when I asked her if she was "an Italian stallionette", she denied all knowledge of an in-reference.
She kindly gave me the book back (it had notes and personal letters of mine in it), but then it was stolen by two expert pickpockets on the subway going to 'the Bronx' (which was south not north of the city I was in), from which I was hoping to catch another train back to 'England'.
Fun times. Delirious times.
Well, at least it wasn't a nightmare hu? I would have loved to joined you for the Soprano tour though. Dreams are so funny. How do we come up with some of these things hu? As far as knowledge of the BB. I know nothing.
Btw, my English accent totally sucks.
TIS
"Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind. War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today." JFK
I would have loved to joined you for the Soprano tour though. Dreams are so funny. How do we come up with some of these things hu? As far as knowledge of the BB. I know nothing. 
