In The Mood For Confession ...

...i thought people might get the wrong idea...the bishop was doing a gig at Downside....we were his team of helpers, to swing incense, hand him wine and all that....but think what you like my conscience is clear.. vicky, I only went to Downside once for a big mass-type thingy, probably around 1979 just before my retirement, when going around in a skirt type thing was not attracting enough girls...

When I was about 14 years old I confess I tried a taste of `Whiskers` cat food, when feeding the cat. I had always liked the smell. It was truly disgusting. Is that sick or what?

Missi, I don't plan on being alive in 35 years. But if I do I'll blame you for the wrinkles.

Oh my god, is this a suicide note?

I have a confession to make. I think sleuth is a mxxxxr fxxxxr.

I have a confession to make I am sick to death of the bitching. Bring back tags on headers for Christs sake!!!

Wow, an e-mail confessional - tailor-made for a lazy Catholic boy like me. Deep breath, here goes. Forgive me Father, but years ago I stole my then current girlfriend's Atlantic Crossing LP (Rod Stewart) and gave it to my new girlfriend during that brief but ecstatic 'cross-over' period when I was dating 'em both. Then a few weeks later, when I realised the new 'relationship' was failing, I stole it again for my own collection. To my credit, I've never quite forgiven myself. Not for the theft, lies and the deceit you understand - for liking Atlantic Crossing so much I thought it was worth stealing twice. I've got the garish pink and black sleeve pinned on my bedroom wall to this day just to remind myself what a low-life I really am. I feel so much better for getting that off my chest. Now, who dares to go first with some real-life, down and dirty confessions? I'll know if you're lying - it's a gift I've got. Let's make it like a game of poker and up the ante until we get someone to confess they've actually buried a body under the slabs or something juicy like that. I'll start of with a measly, minimum-stake, one-dollar opener by admitting I once raised £250 + sponsorship money on a charity walk and never bothered to hand it in. It wasn't stealing - I just couldn't be arsed with the bureaucracy. I spent about £50 on booze, £50 on girls, £50 at the horse-racing then I just kind of squandered the rest. On the same theme, how many of the ten commandments have you not broken? Personally, I can't remember ever coverting my neghbours ox. You should see it - scrawny as hell. Doubt if you could get even one bowl of soup out of it's boney tail. 'Cause if my neighbour ever has the decency to get himself a half-decent ox, I'll be right there at the front of the queue, ox-coverting with the best of 'em.

I always thought 'ox' was a euphemism for 'missus' Not OUR Missus, of course - no-one'd want to covet him, surely? *ducks*

Even so, Andrea, in the case of me and my neighbour the same applies. As it happens and strange as it may seem there is something about Mississippi that I do covet. Sorry about the redundant 'r' by the way.

I was only taking the pith, John, as I'm sure 'our Missus' knows...

No Missi, it isn't a suicide note. You foolish chap, you. I wont explain waht I meant because.....I don't want to.

i had my suspicions Fish.....but I'm buying the Littlefish album anyway so you have played a part in promoting some great music so well done for that.... so in the spirit of confession...I used to be an altar boy, there done it, for 5 years I was there on the altar.....best gig was ay Downside Abbey, played with the Bishop of Bath a few times........ come on everyone ...do your worst...beat that !!

I once told this girl I fancied that i was Sweedish. It was an absolute lie, I am from Basildon. gave her a snog though. ralph

I submitted a story to YoungABC for a laugh. Shoot me pleeze. I think I wos drunk.

*dusts off Kalashnikov*

Oh why not? I was once a male model for Marks & Spencer! What ever was I thinking of?

martin ... i am delighted you are buying littlefish CD ... you won't be disappointed ... now ... let me think ... another confession ...

*helps you*

*draws target on mad dog's forehead and confiscates bottle*

In that case Spag I won't understand....because I don't want to!

Can I have my pithpot back please?

fish isn't reading anything at the moment. now is that clear?

I hope for your sake it made the treasure chest manky_dog. if I couldn't be successful amongst a bunch of kids I think I would shoot myself and save Andrea some household chores. bow wow

Mississippi - now there's a photo for the front page. Were you wearing Y-fronts and pointing off into the distance at something intriguing ?

thank you for that delightful image andrew ...

I confess to being useless at algebra and, quite frankly, not seeing the point in it. Unless you're a rocket scientist, of course. I am not a rocket scientist. I confess to lustful thoughts. Though not nearly as many as in my younger days. Also to the unrestrained use of profanity. What a joy it is to be able to swear at the world. Also to secretly being boy band star Ziggy Septum.

Ta Min, I have to confess I'm not too enthralled at the prospect of scraping innards offa the floor...

As it happens Miss Dunne I was considered to be quite good looking as a lad even in my Y-fronts (although those that thought so always seemed to be wearing glasses which made me think that perhaps their eyesight wasn't up to scratch!). Sorry andrew I didn't 'do' underwear, it wasn't photographic stuff anyway it was catwalk modelling. The only good bit about it was I got to share the dressing room with all the girls and did I see some lovely accessories! I still go all funny just thinking about it!

Catwalking, Missus? Oooh. *intrigued*

hey Martin T, when did you go to Downside....just out of curiosity, my brother and cousin's went there too.. yeh yeh I know...catholic or what? That's my big confession by the way, at least I was till I got kicked out of the convent anyway. see ya Vicky

Oh, I could sashay with the best of 'em!

Martin, I just noticed that you 'played' with the Bishop of Bath! Is this really the kind of admission we want on a family site?

A lovely game it was, too. I won.

I confess that I have done things I shouldn't have. Mississippi, my dear fellow. Catwalk model? Well you changed a lot then?

Thirty five years takes a terrible toll on everyone Spag, you'll find out one day!