nonu Just been remembering a couple of my own experiences with my much-prized hooped petticoat. I was about 13 and feeling very grown-up walking along the promenade at Littlehampton with my friend - we were on holiday there. Suddenly there was this scraping sound and to my horror I realised that the 'hoop' (which wasn't actually a hoop but a length of thin plastic threaded through a slot) had started to come 'unthreaded' and was trailing behind me. A very embarrassing moment and I had to bend over and poke it all back in its slot, to the amusement of many promenaders! The second memory is of going off on a youth-hostelling holiday to the Isle of Wight a few years later - a very exciting event, our first hol unsupervised by parents. I am afraid we were more interested in looking glam than enjoying the great outdoors... While rucksacks are suitably shaped for carrying hiking boots and anoraks, we refused to set off without our hooped petticoats so I will never forget the palava we had the night we were packing and had to try and coax the very springy rolled-up plastic into the rucksacks... but we managed it eventually. Ah, we knew how to enjoy ourselves in those days!