I would delete my account and kill myself. That should do it.
Alt: sod all. I won a calligraphy competition for my illuminated manuscript style presentation of a riddle, the answer to which was 'an anchor', so the illuminated capital at the start was a ship, and the anchor chain was woven throughout the words, revealing its anchory glory at the end of the riddle.

It was a thing of great beauty and, dare I say it, of national cultural importance, and it was displayed for all to see in Winchester's Great Hall (where the Tudor 'King Arthur's Round Table' can be seen). Shockingly my masterpiece is no longer there. I checked at Christmas.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 7 Feb 2012, 8:28, 1 reply, 13 years ago)

D'you know what, my fucking painting is no longer in the foyer of Police Headquarters in Liverpool.
My poor mother has a copy, and those doss cunts have hoofed off with the original.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 7 Feb 2012, 8:29, Reply)

It's what our* Northern Irish 'cousins' would call 'UN ITE-REAGE'


*your
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 7 Feb 2012, 8:30, Reply)

It's puleece breetallidee

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 7 Feb 2012, 8:31, Reply)

So ut uz.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 7 Feb 2012, 8:32, Reply)