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he's suposedly a manly man, so they did it to attract a female audience. the same reason that the female crew had dresses that vanished into their buttcheeks. (or other places, see 7/9 or deana troi.) personaly i think kirk is alittle efeminate.

i'm not sure how it'd be policed. there arn't enough police for the REAL crimes. maybe there will be smoking wardens patroling our streets. or clampers. £50 to remove a mouthclamp. or perhaps it'll be like the congestion zone, with cameras logging us. it's totaly umpoliceable. and would be expencive. just make smoking illegal period and that might help a tiny bit. smoking zones seems to be the only thing i can see having a remote chance of working.

it cannot be replaced. neith€r can th€ lycos iq members, most who i have com€ to care for and to trust, and a few who i think of as good friends. thanks you guys.

it can be only one.

AGENT JU 90.

only seen the dvd's though.

startrek and the old dr who's are a very close second.

i can only find that it's by mother goose?


http://eclipse.rutgers.edu/goose/rhymes/orle/vv.aspx

Oranges and Lemons
GAY go up, and gay go down,
To ring the bells of London town.
Bull's eyes and targets,
Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.
Brickbats and tiles,
Say the bells of St. Giles'.
Halfpence and farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement's.
Pancakes and fritters,
Say the bells of St. Peter's.
Two sticks and an apple,
Say the bells at Whitechapel.
Old Father Baldpate,
Say the slow bells at Aldgate.
You owe me ten shillings,
Say the bells at St. Helen's.
Pokers and tongs,
Say the bells at St. John's.
Kettles and pans,
Say the bells at St. Ann's.
When will you pay me?
Say the bells at Old Bailey.
When I grow rich,
Say the bells at Shoreditch.
Pray when will that be?
Say the bells at Stepney.
I am sure I don't know,
Say the great bell at Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
Halliwell, James Orchard, Comp. Nursery Rhymes and Nursery Tales of England. London, England: Frederick Warne and Co., 1853, p. 62. No. CCLXXXI

ORANGES and lemons,
Said the Bells of St. Clement's.
You owe me five farthings,
Said the Bells of St. Martin's.
When will you pay me?
Said the Bells of Old Bailey.
When I grow rich,
Said the Bells of Shoreditch.
When will that be?
Said the Bells of Stepney.
I do not know,
Said the great Bell at Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop-off-
the-last-man's-- head.