One day, as I was sitting idly at my desk
I thought to myself, "Gosh, this B3ta is a bit of a lark, isn't it? There's lots of lovely fluffy people all engaging in witty repartee and banter, and it's all very lovely indeed. Some of the stories, whilst probably all lies, are nevertheless entertaining and jolly spiffing to read. I shall enjoy being part of this, and no mistake".

And lo, so it was for a good few months, as each new QOTW brought forth further stories of scuba diving shenanigans, pranks and japery, couretesy of 38 years worth of life experience and having some odd mates. Then came the bashes...

Unfortunately, at that precise moment my boss came back to her desk and I remembered that I had an urgent fax to look at. And so I fucked off back to work.

*EDIT* You bugger, becky, you changed the question...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Tue 24 Feb 2009, 14:22, Reply)