Believe it or not... This could be big with our mums and grandmums, mine is already making me a blanquet 
http://www.johnmcwhinnie....rigid_berlin_needlepoint/
And by the way, I do have to tell you guys a 'Keith' story, short one, my neighbor is making me do so. We had my going a-way party last June, and it was awesome. I am not a big drinker and I over did it that night. At one point (of course, I was already oblivious,) my girlfriend and a friend were beginning to mention to take me home and I was telling them that I was okay, that I could last, that there was no problem what so ever. So they go on and I managed to scape and I took off back to the party on a 100 mt. sprint and my friend David started yelling 'dude you're gonna fall on your face, you're gonna fall on your face, you're gonn...' and sure enough, not only did I fall right on my face, but I am knocked out! Sixteen stitches right above my eye, I mean, I almost killed myself right... They tell me the party ended and everyone dragged me home, where they put me to bed, covered in blood, and still drunk and loud. They tell me that after cleaning me a bit, that I was really drunk, I could hardly sit up in my bed and that I was asking, no way, demanding, quite ferociously, that someone brings me a 'Keith Richards Magazine,' which they did, which I begun to read and fall sleep to two minutes later.
I was sort of embarrassed for a while, coz now I look like a hit-man, I guess, with a Keith story to tell forever...
Mario
http://www.johnmcwhinnie....rigid_berlin_needlepoint/
And by the way, I do have to tell you guys a 'Keith' story, short one, my neighbor is making me do so. We had my going a-way party last June, and it was awesome. I am not a big drinker and I over did it that night. At one point (of course, I was already oblivious,) my girlfriend and a friend were beginning to mention to take me home and I was telling them that I was okay, that I could last, that there was no problem what so ever. So they go on and I managed to scape and I took off back to the party on a 100 mt. sprint and my friend David started yelling 'dude you're gonna fall on your face, you're gonna fall on your face, you're gonn...' and sure enough, not only did I fall right on my face, but I am knocked out! Sixteen stitches right above my eye, I mean, I almost killed myself right... They tell me the party ended and everyone dragged me home, where they put me to bed, covered in blood, and still drunk and loud. They tell me that after cleaning me a bit, that I was really drunk, I could hardly sit up in my bed and that I was asking, no way, demanding, quite ferociously, that someone brings me a 'Keith Richards Magazine,' which they did, which I begun to read and fall sleep to two minutes later.
I was sort of embarrassed for a while, coz now I look like a hit-man, I guess, with a Keith story to tell forever...
Mario
