From: freesbackup@tiscalli.co.uk   
      
   Bunge wrote:   
   > 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.   :))   
   >   
   pmsl......forget the cockles they would stink by time i got em home   
   Oh what a picture that description would make!!   
      
   > 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.   
   >   
   No i walk round with em shut as you men say ('',)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)