Ahh, bronchitis. The only thing that cured that for me was drinking a brew of the world's most horrible tea (this coming from a girl who will throw almost anything into a pot of boiling water and drink it - adding honey to taste) made with wood and rocks and liquorice and general forest floor type stuff. Oh, and acupuncture. Tea - it's horrible, but it works.

Glen Miller style sex - umm... wouldn't the brass section get in the way? *mind boggles*

Girl in Brisbane - huzzah indeed that you are on - not so huzzah that she's also on with a girl in every port, unles she lets you watch. Ack, now I'm trying to draw a Venn diagram in my head of all the odd sub groups this young lady must be part of - bisexual witchy acrobaty type - why she must be one in a million - at least that way, there's three more like her in Melbourne alone. (Although it has to be said that once somebody mentions they're bi, the chances of them being polyamorous, pagan and vegan increases dramatically - at least from the mailing lists I've been on there's a large number of bi poly pagan wiccan vegans out there.... strange but true. Oh, and bi-polar figures a lot too.)

Jiggery pokery - all staff are required to remember that a car parked in the street has more gravitational pull than any of the planets in our solar system, and if you want another flaw in their argument, since when have planets been able to fit into your house, let alone move right through them?