I have to admit it. It was me. I sent that letter. If you lift the delicate folds of vellum up to your nose Mary, you'll notice a faint waft of parma violets and lubricant.
I just knew you would be eating your heart out with jealousy that I had/have/continued to have/will continue to have/not have a stalker/innocent victim/stalkee/ecru suit on my balustrade or to not put too fine a point on it, in fact an indubitable.
I came over from the Guardian having read about Westminster's plan for teh web snooping. I was in a sweary frame of mind. I think the only plan is for us in Scotlandshire to get the hell out in 2014 so as to escape the creeping madness of having every email read and being forced to carry spare petrol in our underpants. I think William Hague explaining why emptying the petrol stations was a good thing to prepare us for a strike that may or may not happen in a months time final convinced me that they are completely unhinged.
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum
The first thing I thought when I read about the web snoopz was that it would mean an untold multitude of extra civil servants. Can you imagine.
The privacy thing isn't a worry because, quite frankly, the more people who see my cawkal area before I embark upon middle age, the better![]()
This tends to happen as the alzheimers really kicks in. They completely lose their sense of dignity and grasp on appropriate behaviour. The next stages are unfortunately soiling oneself and masturbating in public. Which leads me on to my next point.....
...oh teh saggy bawls. Not teh saggy bawls![]()
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