Cancer and Iceland

So it's friday afternoon in Office Land and I am on instant messages with me litt;e sister > she is telling me about the dream she had last night...

Erica: I had cancer and sort of no one was telling me what was going on ...and i was all dying and horrid ...and then mum said - no your not going to die didnt we tell you you have to have operation and then the doctors were fergie and the princesses beatrix and eugeni and i was all - 'they aren't even doctors!!!!'
horrid

Crispin: they arnt even doctors lol#

Erica: honest it was awfull
i woke up and my pillow was soaked i had done so much crying

Crispin: oh sosij
do you want to come to iceland on saturday?
shop not country
to get kerry K canapes?

Erica: erm
ok
is it open/

Crispin: yeh opened yesterday
you dont HAVE to come

Erica: did kerry open it?
or jason donavan ?

Crispin: no - however there was a sex offender with a dirty iceland waistcoat doing balloon animals

Erica: :/

Crispin: and a disoriantated girl with heavy eye make-up handing out leaflets about what shit cost a pound

Erica: the posh stuff?

Crispin: posh isnt the word
when i present our Eurovision party guests with a PRAWN RING we will all know that i have arrived