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[Techno]

You are dog meat ! (Again.....You Oik, Nobby !)  
(Me !!.....Make a pair of shoes last two years ?.....I think not...... I'm really lucky if I get 6 months wear out of them.)
Cheers - Phil.

[Aksu]

Order sent. Must not run out of unpainted shiny toys 
Cheers,
Aksu

[Westmarcher]

Ah! For a moment there I thought you meant Fetric McTonne. who was the well known Scottish poet and nationalist etc.

Classic!    

P.S. We know about Techno but whatever happened to Fetric McTonne?

[Leon]

Orders received, we'll get those done!

[fsn]

Fetric McTonne? It was really sad actually. After his encounter with Techno, he realised that his great idea (a very simple and yet elegant solution to the Schleswig-Holstein Problem) had gone from his brain. He became convinced that his shaggy visitor had magicked his idea from him on the behest of the accursed Witch-Queen. In order to break the spell, he searched Skye for the shaman, and then the other Hebrides, his search ending in Milford Haven, where he arrived at least 4 years before Techno. Searching for a person with a face like a sheep's bum in Milford Haven is a bit like looking for a gentlemen in the Royal Horse Guards, and so after weeks of fruitless searching, Fetric set up a cobblers shop.

Fetric should have stuck to his last, for he was a terrible shoe repairer. One day, he managed to drive a small nail into his thumb. He ignored the minor injury, but it soon became infected and he died.  

Ironically, his funeral was halted by a shambling figure asking for directions.

[Westmarcher]

 

Fetric McTonne? ...... One day, he managed to drive a small nail into his thumb. ........

Were he and Techno brothers?

[Techno]

S*d off.....The pair of you. 
Today.....For the first time in ages, I managed to stick a scalpel in my thumb.......Opening a package from that nice Mr Leon.*
(I can never open those brown padded envelopes without the fluffy padding going all over the floor. )

Cheers - Phil

*Don't worry Leon......I've cleaned all the blood from those two figures. 

[Westmarcher]

S*d off.....The pair of you. 
Today.....For the first time in ages, I managed to stick a scalpel in my thumb.......Opening a package from that nice Mr Leon.*
(I can never open those brown padded envelopes without the fluffy padding going all over the floor. )

Cheers - Phil

*Don't worry Leon......I've cleaned all the blood from those two figures. 

 

[Ithoriel]

(I can never open those brown padded envelopes without the fluffy padding going all over the floor. )

Brown padded envelopes don't faze me, too much practice opening them when working in IT. Did remind me of an incident though.

Server Tech: Paddy bag, open it for me, would you.
Me: It's parts for the server, why don't you open it?
Server Tech: Reception got a bomb in a paddy bag the other day!
Me: It was an incendiary that would have been hard pushed to light a cigarette. Besides, Mail Room are checking all the packages as a result.
Server Tech: Can you set up this server?
Me: Possibly ... but probably not.
Server Tech: Do you want to explain to the boss why I couldn't set this server up in time?
Me: !!! Pass me that bag!

[Fenton]

S*d off.....The pair of you. 
Today.....For the first time in ages, I managed to stick a scalpel in my thumb.......Opening a package from that nice Mr Leon.*
(I can never open those brown padded envelopes without the fluffy padding going all over the floor. )

Cheers - Phil

*Don't worry Leon......I've cleaned all the blood from those two figures. 

Unbelievable!.

I think this is apt its a  quote that famous play  by Dai the Scribbler The Sculptor of Pembroke

If we get within 10 feet of  a workbench, do we not bleed?

I can't remember the rest just at the moment

[fsn]

Good news! I chanced upon "Fectric McTonne: A Caledonian Ovid Improved" by William McGonnagall who somehow got hold of Fectric's papers and published them in  single volume. Here is an unfinished ode called "The Spectre from Milford Haven sent to me by the Accursed Witch Queen". 

One day as I lay 'neath my cairn,
not doing much, just sort of starin',
it chanced my eye should fall upon
a ghastly ghost! Then it was gone,
Much vexed, I bit upon my lip,
but it had just walked in a dip,
so up it popped, how did it come
to look just like an old ewe's bum?
It shuffled on. Did it choose
to wear no soles upon its shoes?
Soon o'er me the ghost stood loomin'
and in a voice that seemed not human
it asked me quite politely will
I point the route, the way to Mill-
ford Haven but I said "nay"
and bade him be upon his way.

Why it was, I do not know
that when I told the spectre "go",
I withheld from him that o'er that hill
lay a sloop bound for Mill-
ford Haven. Had he gone that way
home he's be in just a day.

But alas the spectre did as bid
and my great idea the monster hid
from me and now my mind is blank
I think I'll go and have a ...

[Leman]

Must be dedicated to FSN - " now I'll go and have a tank."

[fsn]

You're the only one who came up with that rhyme!

[Techno]

 

Cheers - Phil

[O Dinas Powys]

Bother, don't think I'm going to make it this year 

Too much real life: loft conversion and new kitchen to sort out! 

Anyway, have fun and I'll see you next year!  I'll just have to console myself with a Christmas order to Pendraken 

Cheers!

Meirion

[Techno]

Why are you putting a kitchen in your loft, Meirion ?
(Or have I got that wrong ?)  
Cheers - Phil.

[Westmarcher]

Where else would you have a high tea?   

[grabs coat and runs away ...]

[Techno]

Go away ! 

Cheers - Phil

[O Dinas Powys]

Why are you putting a kitchen in your loft, Meirion ?
(Or have I got that wrong ?)  
Cheers - Phil.

It's all part of a new fitness regime: when you have to walk two flights of stairs to get the milk and then remember you forgot the butter the miles soon add up...

Cheers!

Meirion

[NeilCFord]

For ease of spotting tomorrow, ive decided to go with a subtle t-shirt...



Hopefully bump in to some of you.

- Neil.