Catch you later...
We sacked those bastard Murdochs, from who we were getting phone, broadband and telly. And what a chore that was, just giving them a month's notice over the phone. You've got someone trained to piss you off and talk you out of it. Which was the cherry on the cake.
Anyway, usual long story short. Bit of a fuck up with getting the new lot (AOL, probably another shower of bastards,) in, so I'm more or less offline until (they say) 6th November. Until then, or wtf.
Anyway, usual long story short. Bit of a fuck up with getting the new lot (AOL, probably another shower of bastards,) in, so I'm more or less offline until (they say) 6th November. Until then, or wtf.
Equally on topic as Maharaja, I find that wiping my arse first forward then arseward with sturdy and slightly damp TP is the next best thing to a bidet.
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