I have NEVER pushed your buttons, you naughty boy! :0)


"Don't you dare presume or try to give the impression that you and I are connected in any way whatsoever. You do not know me and you are so utterly devoid of any scrap of self-awareness that you never could."

Now Sweetums, don't you start telling fibs. You *know* we had a nice chatter over on Myspace, before you er..lost it, that time...and we nattered on about the BBC board.

You and I always worked well together. Heck, it was YOU who brought about the invention of Boysies in the first place, as you were er...more than a little serious about things.   I always did admire you knowledge, but not the knastiness..that was crumby, quite frankly.
But we had a giggle...and we both matched each other for humour. Heck, we wrote the SCRIPT for that board..and now, it trickles on us without us, drip, drip, drip....no pistols at dawn, no swords flailing, and The Moaning Minnies are half bored out of their brains, but...they don't like people who put their head above the parapet, because they belong in this beige world of 'all are equal' when they ain't. We all 'different', that's the whole problem, or rather, the whole sparkle.

Blimey, just think what a dull world it would be if the planet was filled with Moaning Minnies! Moanmoanmoan all day long...and if anyone dared to mention Boysies and Girlies dancing down Sidmouth seafront in a river of colour, all hell breaks loose...Yawwwwwwwn.

We're too long dead, so what's the point in being dead whilst alive? Never did understand that one...

"Do as we tell you" "Do as you're told"

"Fook that.."

This music illuminated my vision and ignited my passion (Quick, nurse, the screens!)....and you knew that. You knew that I loved this music as much as you did....but what you never quite got was that I loved it in a very different way. I didn't love it for the pedantics, for the "Cecil collected this one, on a Friday afternoon in June, in the village of Johnnycumquickly-on-The-Water in 1066BC"

Nope, that never did it for me, I'm afraid...

It was the joy, the sound, the vision, the colours, the stories...

It was the Sidmouth Fiddler brought back to life, connected to the future as much as he was connected to the past..

You and I share the passion....and the humour too.

What rankles some people is that they try to replace you, but they can't...Many a time I've pointed this out to a particular person, who goes out of her way to try to be the new you, just as another did a long time ago, but they just can't get it right...

There is only one Sweetums...and only one Sidmouth Seagull...and yes, I'm smiling as I write this, for all of those who never understood that...

Still, at least they have their dripdripdrip of a BBC folk board now, silenced, controlled and deathly boring, for the most part....

Meanwhile, back at the Mudcat Ranch, all hell breaks loose on a regular basis and everyone goes "Whhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! It's just like the old days!" and the reason Mudcat works, and the BBC doesn't is because Joe and Max allow freedom of speech and thought and chuckles to sparkle all over their board...

Anyway, Dinkums, have you got your Show of Hands knickers on today? I've heard they're of the bloomer variety...circa 1932...very necessary for a Girlie's heart to be warmed on such a cold day as this..

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