'The legs have come back! ' br br The eyes shouted br br swimming around in br the goldfish bowl. br br My mouth br remained tight-lipped br br perched br upon the perch br br in the budgie's cage br ...sh**! br br And indeed br the legs br br who had taken themselves off br and gone for a walk br br around about midnight br br on their own br br had returned br (without any explanation) br br of where br they had been br br or with whom. br br They had scratches br about the knees br br & a telephone number br (written in biro) br br on the left inner br thigh. br br I tried br to pull myself br to-get-her. br br 'Damn the demon br drink! ' br br I thought slurridly br before passing out. br br 'Never...ne...ver.. br a...gain! ' br br But I was in bits br couldn't get a grip br br on br my br self. br br My brain had gone br riding the lift br br up 'n' down br up 'n' down br br all night br br with one of my arms. br br The other arm br was alseep. br br ***** br br This was sparked by seeing a Helmut Newton shot of just that...a pair of just attractive legs in heels standing at an open door with the caption THE LEGS HAVE COME BACK.