purplerabbits

Lisa rocks my socks in a more traditional way, using the mead fueled sock rocker perfected by Orkney crofters in the eighteenth century (I believe she got it on Ebay). This rocker works equally well when powered by a small car engine, and can be operated far from any habitation and well out of mobile range as well as over coffee and chocolate in an urban environment. The socks will be gently refreshed and relaxed, but not so relaxed that they no longer fit and fall down. Thanks to Lisa's adaptations the crofter's sock rocker has now been brought thoroughly into the twenty first century, and can now be fitted with an iPod (preferably playing Suzanne Vega).

Marcus rocks my socks because he single-handedly invented the sock-rocking mechanism that I have used every day of my adult life to ensure that my socks are evenly rocked. I particularly appreciate the summer/winter selector and the wee adjusty bit that can differentiate between every kind of sock from fisherman's stockings with the thick cable knit down the side to delicate fishnet popsox - a feature which no imitation sock rocker has yet successfully attained. I do however draw the line at the rumoured "Christmas Stocking rocker" with the jingle bells attachment which would frankly be a sock too far - but maybe that's just me...

Happy Birthday nik_strychnine!

I have a bag of stuffs for you, so I expect I'll see you in the pub place later...

I have Dragel's Mobile. If anyone knows how to contact him other than on his mobile can you tell him? I'll be in tonight if he wants to pop round...

Paul has just spoken on the phone to CJs mum. CJ is fine. He had to queue for four hours to get to a payphone, but eventually managed to phone them from a bar in downtown Manhattan. She didn't say how drunk he was...