Sam Miguel

I shouldn't panic too much. That one did go to the black ball in the final frame. It's the only one I can ever remember that has.

When Dennis Taylor won it back in 1985, it didn't finish until after 1am.

Re favourite body types: No comment. If I look at any more bodies at the present time, my wife will make mine a dead one.

Try Top Tread Tyres on St Mary's Road. They are always great with me.

Glad you got it sorted. Incidentally, did you know that a 'small' radiator key is known as "a little bleeder"? Oh, and one of these that is especially designed to adjust valves on the opposite side of the radiator is known as "a right little bleeder".

Good luck in your search.

I'll do it for you if you like, but I will need to attend an evening class to be trained first. Just an idea.

Oh, but there is such a street! Think 'sideways' you do when solving this clue. Hmmm.

Connie Francis?

Baby sheep for me, too. I just love it with fresh mint sauce. It's great with roasted parsnips and carrots, new potatoes, cauliflower and peas.

Does it have a Sausage Street?

Over the weekend, instead of spending most of my time on SF, I did some extensive investigation in the hope of clearing this strange mystery up. I got nowhere. All I want to know is: where is Sausage Steet?

Spanish Slaughter by Sam Miguel Paper, please! - my friend so small, Your brother's grubby and he's tall, He's signed his cheese-pot, Smoked his wheels, And gargled gladly with his peas, So listen, friend to me, take note, Don't turn this way - don't let life float, Splice the mildew, Quake your beak, And thread your truffles once a week. *I wrote this piece during a very emotional time in my life. I was feeling a bit unwell as well*

No, it's much older than that. Nice try, though.

It really is there somewhere! Please help me find it.

or: Very. Happy lanterns shaking soft Discarded books lay in a loft Forever dancing lonely owl In dreamless sleep, so bad: so foul. Spanish sunset, golden warm Peasants mingle by a farm Endless roadway, steaming heat Battered sandals on sockless feet. These two poems are available for reading in my Spring Collection.

Well! dig my parrot's head up, please, and while you're at it, grind some cheese, try hard for years and even then, you won't turn out like 'Fingers Ken'.

I'm fairly certain that it's not in Wales. Apparently, it's over three-hundred years old, but where the hell is it?

I'm not having much luck here, am I?

Owlie: I tried that and nothing came up. We think it's somewhere in the Midlands, but that's about as accurate as we can get.

I my opinion, Imagine by John Lennon is the most beautiful piece of music ever written. Nothing comes near it for me.

One of my favourite poems is 'Dig My Parrot's Head Up Please!'

A recent conversation in the pub had us all asking the question: 'just where is Sausage Street?' Does anyone know or have a vague idea where it might be?

I couldn't have put it better myself. Pretentiousness is one of my pet hates.

Those large, yellow NETTO carrier bags ( I think they are around 20p each ) look really stylish and are great for travelling.