It's not every day that i dwell on what'll cause me to push up the daisies* and it's even rarer that i consider the hows and whyfores of the various popes pegging it, given that i'm just sooo not into religion.

Popes N°s 1, 2, and 3 were maybe, possibly, feasibly all eaten by lions and the last one was on his way out for at least, ooooohhhh 500 years ... but he was the come-back kid, so it's not the same.

Whatever.

Never-the-less, someone told me today that Pope pius XII hiccuped himself to death.

Yup, that's what i was told and the internets can't convince me otherwise. More to the point, why would someone want to tell me that a pope died from the hiccups ?

Because BoyIdiot has aparently been hiccuping from sundown last night until ...well, right now i guess.

In between hics and hups he told the sympathetic people that we are, that he'd tried everything : drinking water upside down -"you didn't drown yourself then", holding his breath - "try for a bit longer... 30 minutes might do it"

One unkind soul even suggested that he frighten himself by looking in the mirror

All day long you'd get the impression that he had some strange derivative of Tourette syndrome (but without the swearing bit) or of working with a gaudy one man band... with his squeeky farting shoes and his new found gimmick standing in for real instruments.

Given that he couldn't do anything useful, like anwsering the phone, he sloped off home at about three this afternoon to leave us all in peace.


*Being shagged to death would be fine, since you want to know ;@)