My output each day in all areas is rather frightening. My own fault for learning how to type. Writing up a paper right now that needs cropping because I've read shorter novels.

The odd five mins playing with the children on Mudcat is a quick light relief from reality.

Buggered if I know exactly what I write. For what it's worth, I would be comfortable writing it although I may have padded a couple of qualifiers in it if it were my post or indeed my style.

I could be a registrar attached to the armed forces I suppose, but never thought myself clever enough at school to find out. Anyway, Derek isn't around now, and was rather disappointed by the idiots and nasty bastards here, your good self included, so no idea if he will be back. He said not. He has moved on now, so I won't be seeing him at my lectures either.

You really are grasping at straws aren't you? You never forgave me for seeing your slip admitting support for a right wing loony political party... Don't worry, I had you weighed up far before then. I deal with your sort before breakfast back in reality land.

You have up up your game a bit if you want to be taken seriously.