Well the poor dear Gray man, picked on by all we nasty Cybernats (I'm an honorary member of the club) who somehow severed the internet connections of the Cyberbrits. It's all a huge conspiracy, you see. By the way, did you receive this morning's instructions from Mr. Salmond on what to post? Mine seems to have gone astray! *eye roll*
You have the IQ about right.
Is that 'Idiot quotant'?
Alas, poor Iain! I knew him, cybernats; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent imagination; he hath pointed his finger at me a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that have kissed Embassy Regal I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now?
Conan,Only someone who supped unwisely would wax lyrical about Iain!
Aye. I'd been at a bonfire night and overdid the mulled cider...
7:27 in the morning?Breakies??
It was a large bonfire.
Had to wait fpr it to die down and be pissed out?