From: bunge@myob.it   
      
   Bring 'us back a pint of cockles from *******bay M'duck.  A reet fine   
   sight yow lot looked like I wager, knotted hankies, fush 'n chup papers   
   wheeling int wind like a flock of hungry shite hawks (grut owd gull)   
   waiting to rob a babe in a push chair of her large "Mr Whippy Special   
   Giant Cornetto" (in blazing crimson letters across the forehead of a   
   grinning (* 1) Lucks look-a-like), Whippy's offer of buy 10 get 2 free to   
   the under Twelve's and  O.A.P's over 103 years and 6 months or any living   
   peep who served with Wellington in Spain or Belgium or could prove they   
   served in South Africa under Lord Frederick Roberts int Boer War.  Yer   
   knotted hanky covered int candy floss, gull shite un babby food.  Eeeee   
   lass bet you're glad tae be back hame eh?  (* 2) *** un all I 'spect.   
      
   (* 1)  Yah nah who I mean.   
      
   (* 2)  Yah nah who I mean, you're a lucky woman.   :))   
      
   P.S   Did you keep your eyes open for Mussus Hollyhocks?  Just the sandy,   
   heavy Saudi crude covered cove she'd drop her anchor arter midnight,   
   punting ashore, no moon, knickers stuffed fulla fags.  You'd easily   
   recognise her, pricey sun specs (shoplifted in Monaco), calling back to   
   the Blackbirds int dawn chorus.  Issuing orders for to the crew to produce   
   a small pig ready for barbi'un and a half dozen hens ditto, or she'd fire   
   their arse.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)