"quid$ditch" <On-loan-from@hogwarts.com> wrote in
news:Xns9B75E87142D3Aq23@193.202.122.132:
> Yep, fellow Fortsters, heralded for a month or so, I have finally
> arrived & to prove it... this is me.The call, when it came, caught me
> unawares. I'd been to town to collect a tandoori takeaway & it was
> bloody gridlock. Fact I was actually banging my head rhythmically in
> frustration against the steering wheel when The Wiz came through loud
> & clear on my Bluetooth earpiece.
>
> Seems I've hit the Big Time, then. That's Life. Things happen, it's
> what things do. If the fates had differently conspired, I might just
> as easily have been re-incarnated as an Orange Pip...were it not, of
> course, that merit in the end always wins through. As was once
> memorably observed:-Some are born great, some achieve greatness, &
> some have greatness thrust upon them. So all you lesser mortals out
> there, don't give up hope. As a friend of mine was wont to point out,
> no one can make you feel inferior without your consent....& he stole
> that from Eleanor Roosevelt...& she too hit the Big Time.
>
> Some of you, understandably, may well wonder where I'm coming
> from....& have I any previous. Well,that WOULD be telling! What with
> the IWF, the FBI & the CIA all with their complimentary ringside seats
> in loving attendance here, not to speak of the legions of
> cross-posting spammers, ignorance & stupidity sadly being high among
> the World's Renewable Resources..... Still I can reasonably assure
> the diggers & the delvers that my credentials are impeccable. Good
> God, I was ink monitor & milk monitor at my school & all my teachers
> were exceedingly fond of me, so much so that...oh, I'm ignoring my own
> cautions.... besides forgetting that I'm now more of a rumpled
> Dumbledore than the frisky young dolphin from that fast-fading
> hinterland of childhood where we spent each shining hour racing around
> chirruping like robins in spring.
>
> Enough! Life can only be understood backwards, but must be lived
> forwards. Then farewell The Wiz....Barkis is willing.
>
> So Goodbye for now every peoples and I will write again whenever.
>
> In the meantime-
>
> You just call out my name,
> And you know wherever I am
> Ill come running,
> Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
> All you have to do is call
> And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
>
> Your 'umble servant,
>
> quid$ditch
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My dearest quid$ditch
My I offer you my heartfelt congratulations on your new appointment.
I simply love your wonderful choice of pen name, and I am sure that it
must be of pure coincidence of circumspect that wise fellows all around
the world are following the advice so cleverly encrypted within your
monica you clever little fellow!
Bletchely park would, indeed is very proud at the millions taking heed
of your sage advice! and folks are at this very moment ditching post
haste their Pounds and Dollars and scurrying away with their Gold eagles
and sovereigns.
Mogadishu beckons all right. Hope you have your pump action and plenty
shells?
It may be timely to clear the junk out the old Anderson, but I will
take my chance to head for the hills, catch you later when the sun
reaches over the yardarm.
Yours as always Cosmos
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