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I am ashamed. I received more emails from Rik Mayall that I've just read. Every email I read, I readily and automatically place my hand over my mouth in a "oh-my-god-is-this-email-for-me-or-am-I-receiving-someone-else's-email?" manner. Someone I didn't know until a couple of days ago has suddenly become the ambrosia to my mind. I don't want to sound impertinent here, but y'all need to get a Rik Mayall. But you can't have mine, so bugger off.

So, why am I ashamed? Because I am likening him to Drop Dead Fred when, in reality, he is being so absolutely fantastic to me. And from a distance, too. He's in London and I reside in Melbourne. I always think of the worst. I remember once, I was driving along in my car being really careful as I had just gotten my license. Then I started thinking, 'hell, I can be as careful as I want, but a plane can still crash land on me'.

I'm looking up, but I don't see any planes. Fingers crossed that they mind their space. I'm too busy cruisin' to worry.

William John.