Apparently I am 7 years and 9 months old.
My brother introduced me to b3ta and the first person I met was Kaol. We'd arranged to meet at Russell Square tube station for lunch. 'I'll be wearing a Radiohead t-shirt,' he said.

I stood there for 15 minutes, wondering if he was going to stand me up. But then, dear god, a shambles of a man lumbered out of the tube station. He was short and round and wearing the t-shirt described above; he had an angry-virgin expression on his face and I doubted he had ever actually engaged in much IRL conversation.

'Shit,' I thought. 'Hello Internet.' I stood in dread as he monged across the road...and straight past me! 'Hurrah!' I thought. 'Saved!'

My joy was brief - the 'real' Kaol turned up shortly afterwards.
( thealternativefact, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 15:21, 4 replies)

And look what happened after that...
Those internet weirdos just won't leave you alone.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 12 Sep 2011, 15:45, closed)

And how is the old cunt, these days?
I was just thinking about him, they are talking about burns off topic and it reminded me of that death trap lighter he had that nearly took my hand off.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 15:54, closed)

He runs a Deadly Menagerie in Newport.
It's like he found his destiny.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 16:06, closed)

ahahahahahaha

( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 16:12, closed)