Roger:
> Yeah, Dick Barton on Radio Luxembourg
I once hexed the lunatic -- what *was* his name? -- Horace Batchelor, him of
the Infra Draw method -- on Radio Luxembourg.
Stopped me dead in my tracks, not because it didn't work but because it did.
Some mistakes you should only allow yourself to make once.
(You still got the decoder ring you saved from the cornflakes packet?)
> Anyway as you say, enuff's enuff
Right. Fun from the inside, boring from the outside.
The first time I remember playing this particular game was with Curt
Endicott on alt.surrealism years ago.
Curt sent the most stunningly involuted post to alt.surrealism (and alt.s
wasn't exactly noted for lucudity or anyone bothering to explain *anything*)
that I had ever encountered. I took one look at it and howled with
laughter.
Turned on spelling magic as Magick.
Curt had wrapped twenty slumberbombs into the post and I caught eighteen.
(I think why I missed two was Curt was writing from an American background
and I was reading from a Brit one.)
... but at least we had the decency to switch the dialogue backchannel
pretty fast, mostly as it became stunningly obvious that no one else had the
least idea what we were on about, or more to the point was interested.
Curt and I could read each other's minds across cyberspace, and even at that
there were things we didn't mention. Most obviously Curt's involvement with
the East Timor Liberation Front before supporting East Timor became
respectable. Not because Curt was worried that I'd shop him to the CIA, but
because he took politics more seriously than I did.
... boring boring boring ...
Time the Great Prince Died.
Brodie
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