Cheer up. Worse things happen at sea. In other news, I tend to use my old hotmail account for things that might bring spam
but from time to time I get an email there clearly intended for someone else with the same first initial and surname. I just got one offering a job as Seafood Operations Manager to a guy called Andy

Here's my reply:

Dear Karyl,
Can you tell me if this job will involve me having any contact with fish related produce? My now ex-girlfriend didn't have the best personal hygiene habits, but would insist I attend to her "Fufu" every night. The overpowering stench of fish would stay in my moustache for days, and now I can't bare to be around anything fish related because the smell instantly transports me back to those desperate nights crouched at the foot of the bed trying to suppress my vomit reflux, like trying to lick the tuna out of a week-old sandwich. But if it is a purely people management position, and doesn't require my involvement on the production side, then I guess I can apply,
Sincerely,
Andy xxxxx
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Thu 16 Jun 2011, 0:33, archived)

You've stopped Andy getting a job and weren't funny in the process.
Shame on you, really.
( mike woz ere 7442200 & 7696970 getter, Thu 16 Jun 2011, 0:46, archived)

I saw Vomit Reflux at the Hammersmith Palais.

( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Thu 16 Jun 2011, 13:22, archived)