Inkers] Lay off the toilet humour, you're not a child are you? Well, maybe in some respects, but I'm not going that low. Oh, and find some punctuation will you? I'm sure Rensdorf'll lend you some, he can throw them down from his high horse. Oh, and "st" dogmael? Angel. Snard at you!

For the sake of our Lord the Christ, why do I bother even as much as I do?

rab] I have been wondering that for years.

Thus we see how the feeble intellects of lesser beings wander mumbling into the fog, forgetting, if they ever knew, why they came here, and oblivious to the opportunities around them. But soon their opportunities will run out and they will be heard no more. St. John's Wood. [st d] Truly, you have outdone yourself in incompetence with this village-idiot play of Dollis Hill. Consider the counter-strick running along the Metropolitan line, consider the LV, consider almost anything and you will see, if your education has not been entirely wasted, that there is neither the possibility of a loop, nor any of the other seven possible reasons to play at Dollis Hill.