It's the good old "five word story"

the rain on the plain

falls mainly on a place

and chips with salt and

never anywhere else except on

the end of the rainbow

warrior and greenpeace protesting the

( I haven't gone back through the last 12 pages so i hope this fits in.)



building of a new Tesco's in

milton keynes, home of the

Anne Summers headquarters where everyone

hurts was a sad song by

Sad Cafe. The new collection,

of short stories written so

quickly that no one could

understand a bloody word they

said their vows , gazing into

the middle distance to see if

it was raining because they

so needed to see sunshine.

You are my sunshine, my

lovely little sunshine you gert

big lump of useless manhood

as he stuck on the

last peice of unstickable grey

beard that Santa used last

time he wanted to be