Of course, I remember when it was all just fields 'round here. There were fewer of us then: me, TH, Paul, Hiyodori, Glenski and sb. This was before the internet, as you might imagine. We communicated using cans attached by a piece of string pulled taut across the rice-plains between Kansai and Kanto. Sometimes naughty Sebastain Wheetabix would cut our string, but for the most part they were golden days of endless blue skies and innnocent fun and one last post before mum calls-us-in. Perhaps you'll think me a silly old sod but I sometimes yearn for those days before the arrival of multiple-posters and cut and paste resumes and invitations to fighting(!) and asking for help and then not saying 'thanks' and rank stupidity and baseness.
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