Yep, that personal detail. See, Ive a feeling that in and of itself, thats a
> reasonably innocent post. But taken in conjunction with previous posts,
> there is the possibility that Ultimate could argue the STD code
followed by
some X's could be interpreted as a threat to post the full number at another
> time. If Ultimate were to pick some previous posts where X's were later
> substituted with full address details, Im reasonably confident that whoever
> received that complaint would consider it a very real threat.
Oh, FFS, Sausage, please don't try to bother demonstrating your inability to grasp the law. We know it anyway.
> BTW, your recent post is well archived.
>
> Which recent post? Heres a freebie since its Christmas - my ship did have
> internet access but I was too busy sunbathing/swimming with
> dolphins/submarining/horse riding/whale watching/... to bother with you for
> the whole 16 days
Mmm. Is that all? Been there, done that, got more T shirts than you. So. You're the only one who has travelled then, eh? What makes you think I did not do what you've done, but years ago? You forget, I'm a lot older and most certainly wiser, than you, kidda.
> Expect further details in the new year.
>
> Ive been expecting further details since you offered to send me a bill for
> your time about two months ago. Funny, all my other mail is
arriving....
> > I didn't think it fair to spoil your Christmas
> >
> Oh dont hold back on my account Stan! My dear and close family have gone to
> bed exhausted by jet lag. Ive had a convivial pint with the lads where we
> all wished each other sincere best wishes for the season. Im
reasonably
chilled.... do feel free to tell me what youre hoping to achieve.
Translation of Sausage-speak -
'I got back from my first ever proper holiday knackered like the others, but they were so pissed off with me after 16 days of my company that they all used the excuse of jet-lag and got off to bed sharpish. However, I was so full of my boastful and belligerent self that I decided to inflict myself on any other who could not easily avoid me, as I had worn out my welcome with my so-called nearest and dearest.
Despite being knackered from only my second ever trip on an real aeroplane (Oooh, the trip out there was a big adventure, so I must be a big boy now) I went to the local, bored the pants of the long-suffering regulars who smirked at me behind my back, and as I was utterly incapable of understanding my effect on them, I went home to connect to the net and boast to the rest of the world who won't argue back and also harass Stan as soon as I was able to.
As to 'the lads', well, the lousy sods kept laughing at something or other, but I don't understand just what they were getting at, the bastards. They always seem to do this when I arrive, but they never seem to explain the joke to me.
Never mind, I'll get them back one day.