Mrs Roops

Not sure they do, unless you meant "all fur and no knickers" or did you mean "all mouth and no trousers"?

Yes, easy to say after the event, anyway what tip?

...as my husband would say.

Point of order, m'lud - but this would be the same jury who, just over a week ago had done "quite a bit of research" and ended up with egg on his face, three trillion eggs in fact?

An urban myth I'm afraid. Contrary to popular belief I throw in my tuppence worth in quite a narrow field of subjects.

Regrettably, I'm not qualified to give anger management counselling.

Raven haired these days, my natural colouring* *with a little help from my colourist to keep the odd grey strand at bay.

If we're going down the evidence route, one would have thought it was incumbent on you to provide proof, not for others to prove a negative.

Somewhat contradictory, but you're half right.

FFS Wolfie, don't go all Chernoby now after selling the masterclass to the new intake.

...and there, Newbies, is how its done, none of the "no you are" shit that the oldies have had to put up with lately.

That was gentle leg pulling. That you see it as a "personal attack" speaks more about your own brittle sensibilities. Get a grip

We all have rejection issues, Killer...

You have a thing about logs, Welsh ones more to point. Not sure it ended well.

Wolfie won't get banned, he hasn't broken any rules. He's a chump though who fancies himself as a bit of a lothario. Think Terry-Thomas without the charm and humour but with added slime. He used to be nice as pie to me but turned when he realised I wasn't playing ball. He tried it on with others but was somewhat shamefaced when one of his targets took the notion of transgendered fluidity a bit too far...

Most of my post is stuff I've written before - it wasn't a problem for you then. Perhaps you were concentrating on another forum's thread, "Milfs I would have as a pillion passenger on my Vespa whilst travelling to the pot dealer".

Still not got to grips with your rejection issues then?

Good question. I'd barely been a punter for a few weeks when James (the original proprietor) suddenly e-mailed me and said he was going on holiday and would I mind holding the reins for a fortnight. In those days mobile computing and surfing was restricted to lugging a heavy laptop around and piggy-backing a random hotspot. He warned me about two thugs and left me the codes and keys. On his return the site was still running and the two thugs had been kicked in the teeth. These days, I'm not allowed to be as vicious as I was, also I'm a bit more circumspect about things, needless to say he asked me to stay on. As for the tampon thing, well its complicated. Part of me has an exhibitionist streak but it also stems from the days when for two years, after the birth of my twins, I stayed at home doing the odd research for a private equity partnership and owning a small production outfit supplying content to porn publishers. I had an interest in porn but wanted to get away from the Californian plucked chicken look that was predominate in the industry. Eventually I sold the business to another content producer and its still operating. I went back to industry, working for Textron Inc for six years. I left all that a decade ago and now work in something completely different.

No one has ever shown where this alleged "cut and paste" occurs - most unsporting I'd say.

Hop over to Tangiers and we'll have a look.

Hmm, I think Einstein said something about empty assertions...

Sadly, you were misinformed, I hate Guinness.

Off course not. I'm a modest person and wouldn't stoop to such hyperbole but punters have a better chance of winning a Nobel prize than receiving a like from me.

Withers has been rather chipper of late so I suspect he's over the worst and things are looking up. He's still a frenchie though, which Wiki tells me is incurable.