In message , The Real Bev
writes
Sue wrote:

I don't know if it's actually perverse or not, but there's something
distinctly odd about wishing to be a tampon. Or was that someone else?

Well, there's this joke...

A man's lost in the (ob)mountains, run out of food and fuel to melt
snow, starting to lose hope, when he sees something lying in the snow
ahead of him. He pulls it out of the snow and finds a laptop. He opens
the lid and out pops a genie.

Not just any old genie, it's a journalist with a Press card, a Murdoch
Group ID pass, a video phone and various cameras and bugging devices.

"Right" says the genie. "You know how it works. You can have
three wishes."

"I'm not falling for this," says the man. "I wouldn't trust the Murdoch
Group if it was my last chance of survival!"

"Think again - you've no other way out of here, so I am your last chance
of survival"

The man thinks for a minute and decides the genie is right.
"OK, I wish I was somewhere tropical with plenty to eat and drink."

The man finds himself on a Jamaican resort beach with all-inclusive food
and booze, nightclubs and topless beauties.

"Right, what's your second wish?"
"I want to be the richest man on Earth."

The man finds himself surrounded by money and gold and jewels, stocks
and bonds, and plastic bags full of white powder.

"Right, now for your last wish. Better make it a good one!"

The man thinks for a few minutes and says "I wish for the world's most
sexy and beautiful women to want me and need me".

The genie turns him into a tampon.

And the moral of this story is, if the Press starts offering to make you
rich and famous, there's bound to be a string attached.
--
Sue ];(