I could do the drawing part and then cut it up? Would that do? T'would be neater..

*Makes quick and quiet exit*

I was just looking through the list of members of the fforum that you can get if you click on the "Private Messages" tab and choose to send a message. Whoo-wheee, what a list. I had no idea that there have been so many over the years.

Someone called themselves "Hello, nice site look this:<ahref='http:www.bl"
Now there's a member we need to get back into the fold.

Aw, we don't get to find out what the nice site is?

"Now there's a member we need to get back into the fold."
No, that's quite alright, thank you. We got as much spam as we could possibly want back then, before Jasper stopped it.

Yes. I wondered if the 'bl' in www.bl stood for 'bag lady' - one of the peskier of the varmints, yet somehow endearing in the mindlessness of her persistence.

An interesting area of research into modern society would be to calculate just how many people there are, out there spamming other people. Are there thousands of spammers? Millions? Or just a very few, very busy ones?

The 'payment chain' would also be of interest. Who pays the spammers and what percentage of overall profit (ie from suckers who actually respond to the spam, or from the sale of 'live' email addresses) is the spammers' payment?

Also, is Monty Python getting any royalties from these spammers?

Just a thought- right, need to eat before the bloos sugar goes any lower...

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Yes, there's nothing worse than low bloos sugar.
You need to keep those scottish shirts sweet...

Ah, what a wonderful read. I've not been on the thread for a while and the re-reading and reading of new stuff just gladdens my heart.


What we need to develop is some designer underwear for 15 yo females (homo sapiens) or as Eric Frank Russell so nicely put it - homo saps- made from Robert's era (and mine come to think of it) corrugated steel denim which reaches up from the crack and across the head down to the navel where it can be rivetted onto whatever metallic object they have had inserted into themselves in reverence to mediaeval torture techniques.

It woulkd look so ghastly and be so uncomfortable and so senseless that it should be an immediate hit with the aspiring to bogan class.

What about introducing The Belt, to young men, who's trousers have the waist band around their knees? It is fun to watch them roll/waddle though!

Yes, erm, ahem, well, let's not talk about 'waddles' then shall we.

And I shudder at whatever it was that Bunyip has in mind - his mind was probably a better place to keep it.

I don't know, I'm quite intrigued... Some of the rivets would be in some very interesting places.

Anyone else get the urge to sneak up behind some of those young men and help those pants on their way with a sharp tug?

Probably will now!

I am very tempted to do so....

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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

We have a name for that, it's called "dakking".
In Oz, 'daks' is slang for pants.

Chancing upon a person whose trousers or shorts are low slung, one is entitled to enquire, "Who died?" which usually provokes a quizzical, nonplussed reply to which one may then elaborate, "Your daks are at half-mast." Everyone is then entitled to laugh, except for the two conversationalists who may partake of fisticuffs if they desire.
(ref: Jugears Johnson's "Guide to the Etiquette of Uppercuts", Wind-breakers Press, Wagga Wagga, 1956)

Some of those half mast daks remind me of the old depictions of East End urchins who were wearing hand me downs.

If you tried to give them a wedgie you would break your shoulder as there is so much slack to be taken up. They remind me of the rear view of an old and tired elephant with the great folds of material with the relatively thin legs protruding and a gait of a damaged sailing ship with a three-quarters astern moderate breeze.

Not something i wish to go to bed thinking about so I'll leave you and think of Maslin's beach when both it and I were a good deal newer.

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> Anyone else get the urge to sneak up behind some
> of those young men and help those pants on their
> way with a sharp tug?
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Just tell them what it means in prison- that's where the fashion actually came from...

Takes too long. Much easier to just staple them up.

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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

As an aside, not really going back on topic, but wasn't it when Snow White came to the cottage that the dwarves stopped getting up grumpy in the morning?

PS: and No I'm not going on about when Snow White got pregnant that it showed that not all the dwarves were f***ing dopey.

? "Speculates which dwarf"