Cornwallis ??!!

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Dearest gathered and beloved,

You are the chosen few, an elite band of ex-cons plucked from death row to fight for your chance of freedom, come with me to Cornwall, evade capture by Germans (sorry Becky's grandad, no offense), and for every ounce of puff, for every litre of vodka, and every frisbee you bring, I will grant you a large oak tree in a magical land, near the base of Rangmoogles mountain.

You will have four days or more if you wish, to cherish my company, and to lick daisys by my feet, you are indeed very lucky, for I am lovely...in return for this floral licking, I will entertain you with the bizzare antics of a mad man by the coast, and failing that my esteemed buddies will entertain themselves by all manner of gimping, frolicking and drinking.

Some of you may even decide to have sexual intercourse, bumping and grinding on the coastal moss, with the smell of the sea, and chips and beer...

Whatever your reasoning, please be aware that it will be fun, the sun will shine, and tuna will be in brine, well not mine, mine will be in thousand island dressing....

You have approximately 38 days to decide...I wish you all the best of luck....

Might go to the eden project as well.

Choice of destination is as yet undecided.....

Please email me or stick a message on the related message board if you're interested.

Young Olli (actually, this is Sam writing this now, because Olli is a little backward in the old internet usage thing & asked me to do it for him - they're all Olli's words though, cut & pasted from an email he wrote!)