Be careful, folks. I neither work nor write at all since I got the Jet Song on my mind last week. It is killing me. I’m digging up my old 60’s basketball shoes from the attic and I’m running around shouting “when you’re a jet you’re a jet all the way from your first cigarette till your last dying day…”. I’m even going for my old Janis Joplin-trick of singing with different voices at the same time. Sometimes I get my mind on something else (say, sex), but before I know it the juvenile delinquents are back in my head. Just a word of warning… I could happen to you, too /The Singing Man >From: Camille Scaysbrook <c_scaysbrook@yahoo.com> >Squeila wrote: > > "fie fie, unknit that threatening, unkind brow...." that one? i chose >that > > as my required monoloque for my school's thespian induction. its been >three > > years, and i cant seem to forget it... > >Yep, that's the one. And let me tell me something my friend: YOU NEVER >WILL. Shakespearean monologues are up there with say, the lyrics to `Ice >Ice Baby' by Vanilla Ice that you will amaze yourself by dredging up out of >your mind at the most inopportune moments ... in the case of the latter >you'll embarrass yourself by realising you still know them after all these >years (: > >P.S. I never even liked Vanilla Ice at the time! > >Camille >verona_beach@geocities.com ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com