tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212152.post-87433451631827493762008-05-09T20:21:00.000+01:002008-05-09T20:21:00.000+01:00Tamsin : Gordy baby, why is your tie creeping over my shoulders dearest and what is your tiepin doing down there?<BR/>Gorgon : Tamsy, sweetheart, my tiepin (unlike me) has a mind of its own. I know not what it will do next - it's like Bendy Wendy, I can't control the little thing (or her either) Anyway, don't knock the tiepin - it's made of the only gold that was left over after the sale so it's unique.Oldcragratnoreply@blogger.com