I'm afraid you're hexed then, Jhado. It's a protection spell I cast on my PM box after the incident with , you see .

The next time the moon is full, you can expect to notice the early symptoms. First you'll develop a pronounced squint, then your voice will go all high-pitched and squeaky, like you've inhaled helium. The palms of your hands will become hairy, whilst the rest of your body will show rapid signs of alopecia. Meanwhile, much to everyone's annoyance, you'll adopt a habit of saying irritating, camp things, such as, "Super and duper!"

The final symptom is the cruellest and all your other problems will pale into insignificance once it sets in.

You'll have the overwhelming urge to become a morris dancer. That's it then - you're finished. Nobody will ever be able to take you seriously again, once you start mincing about in outlandish garb.



And it's irreversible.

Where ever you prance, from that day forth, you'll always attract an audience who stare, laugh and point (a bit like David Icke). You'll suffer the barbs of overheard conversations...

"Mummy - what's wrong with that man?"

"Come away son. Cover your eyes. You must never behave like him or we will disown you".

That kind of thing.

Let that be a lesson to invaders of privacy!

So that is what happened to me?!

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