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
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