Date: Sun, 8 Aug 1999 18:10:12 -0000
From: Cat
To: Wicked Witch
Cc:
Subject: Re: fun in the sun

Tut-tut! Roger's been refusing to heel today, so I'm teaching this puppy a new trick by stashing the Scooby Snacks for a couple of days. Not much, I know, but it's enough to get him back in his box. Roger's too weak willed to see any other way out of this. And besides, he'll be much more up for things after waiting for his feed.

Harry is being very cool and not letting on that he knows me - though it may be that he doesn't know where he is, who is he, who we are - one session with him and you will never take acid again, I swear. Piss holes in the snow for eyes and all that. Bit like that crusty bloke you snogged at T in the Park. It's really hard to tell what exactly is going on in Harry's mind. I doubt even he knows, to be honest - circuits have gone from playing on the leylines. Don't matter though - as long as he keeps doing the spaced out mystic stuff that's perfick.

I am having such a larf! And I thought this week was going to be murder. I know you think I'm being childish, but you should see little madame's face - and I'll admit I'm getting a kick out of doing a number on her. Absolute blind panic, but just beneath the surface, never quite showing. Ready for your close up Ms Tregeagle? Bet this pisses on anything she's had to do before - tv presenting's no walk in the park, you know. There's so much pressure and stress that comes with the role dontyerknow. I mean look at Dale Winton. Haha aha ha! I'm loving every minute of this. It's the wind-up of the millennium. Cat is well and truly amongst her pigeons! ;->

Ah, loosen up - you know it's all harmless fun.

Peace.

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