> Yeah, Robin, yeah. This is not a poem, but it plays about with syllables
> like one, seems a timely thought -
... although the point (as Mark Weiss will no doubt draw attention to) is
that the crucial phrase [of mine, not yours, of the 2500 statistic] is a
straight lift from Tom's "A Priest Got On at Merkland Street".
Eat Cordite Candy, honeybabe.
The Cisco Kid.
> > It's Christmas day at the workshop --
> >
> > we opened a can of God.
> >
> > R.
I mean that like you I have this absolute antagonism to games-playing as to
how many dear dead pensioners die every year, but you're massaging the
statistics.
... frankly, about the only person I'd even *vaguely* trust to do a decent
threat-analysis is Mark.
R.
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