[Dear modorators, please feel free to lock / delete this thread as and when apropreate]
Right, it's a Sunday morning and my brian cells are firing off in a slightly more random pattern that usual (for me). I really should have ignored the guilty feeling and had a lie in. Hay ho. That'll teach me to get out of bed early on a day off

Anyway, my train of thought goes a bit like this...
One of the Clan has admitted that for £660 they would put on a wig, smoke cigars and do a bit of light house work for 5 and a half hours (you know who you are).
So this got me to thinking,
what would people do for the "right" kind of cash?And as the caffien sank into my brain, I remembered where I was and who I was asking this question to. And it was then that I had a miniture flash of apithany. I briefly saw the future and thought "That's just sick!" But the dieviant malevalant side of me is thinking "Sod it, lets find out where this train of questioining leads"
