I can hardly believe how many of you time travellers from 1999 have e-mailed me. I don't even mind you calling me Phoebs - is this a 1990s Friends thing? Anyway, you are so clever, I've decided to incorporate some of you into this column, so here we go...

Yes, of course we have virtual reality at home - I mean, how do you do your homework without a cybermate? Some of you, including Mike Channel asked why I don't go on Moon holidays, but honestly, would you visit Los Lunos, with so many space pirates about? And as for lunar guys, YUK! They're all GM mutants.

Seetal Parbary suggested failing my Fourteen Plus GCSEIT and running away to a moon-based Japanese mining commune. Thanks Seetal, but no thanks. Call me a rebelnik, but I'm planning a big future for myself.

By the way Mike, everyone now has health sensors implanted under the skin so that a series of alarms sound if your body gets run down. (With Mum getting on a bit, the house is constantly buzzing as you can imagine.)

I'm sorry Lizzi Thomasson but I still don't understand how you can keep scoffing those chicken nugget things, the feathers must taste horrible.

Abigail Buckland, you sound lovely, thanks for describing your family!

Oh no ... run out of space again. I was going to tell you a story Martin Coote sent me about e-togs, virtual pets created last year and now facing extinction. But it will have to wait until next week ... If anyone finds one in their e-mail let me know!

Bye!

Phoebs x