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Ask nicely and she may even knit you a willy warmer, Pen. It may take a while, but weeks could be saved with colder weather in mind.

It's a bird... it's a plane... it's... Ciderman! How about an apple-themed Spiderman-type superhero costume Drew? The missus is pretty good at sewing and earns a little extra as a seamstress. Ping me the address of your grotty little flat and I'm sure we can get something sorted. Lololol.

...and still no.1 for creating another account to award himself/manipulate likes. You wanker, lol.

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I think others' response to this means there's not much for me to do. Remember the 7.30 rule, idiot.

'Only Ghislaine went down'. How so? In spite of being a natural on the subject, check your facts. Epstein also went down in spectacular fashion, found hanged (or hung) in his prison cell. The Duke of Pork also went down, compelled to pay millions to Giuffre (and others to keep them quiet) and forced to step down from public duty, losing his previous royal title, privileges and status. While the latter went down lightly, Maxwell wasn't the only one. Hopefully there are more to come. Oh – and a fitting avatar, btw.

Yet another original, well-researched, non-BBC mainstream media news link topic which the rest of us might struggle to find. You pointless, lazy, useless fucking tranny cunt.

Indeed. To have demanded a £500m bailout from people struggling to make ends meet (mostly because of the unecessary strain placed upon them by a coronavirus-obsessed government), while his personal wealth is worth more than £4bn, which includes an island estimated to be valued at around £100m, is beyond fucking greedy. I hope the self-indulgent cunt gets eaten by a ravenous shark.

Oh no, another lexical error in bold! Tsk-tsk. This is precisely the kind of shit you've been doing for the past couple of months. Readers will be aware of exactly what I'm talking about. Pitiful, Doc, isn't it?

There you go again: you've highlighted in bold one extra 'm' in 'commment' – which means you've also just flawlessly executed the precise point I was making about you here: Perhaps next time, like you, I'll be less spontaneous and fastidiously run everything through spellcheck, so as to not provide you with the only bit of ammo you've seemingly got left. My post above sums you up rather well, don't you think, you incredibly boring, one-dimensional wanker?

Stick to the topic Harold. Speaking of the Crown and British aristocracy at its highest echelon, Branson is far less traceable than, say, Prince Andrew. The latter is far more stupid. For example, Andrew claimed to never have met Virginia Giuffre during his car-crash interview with Emily Maitlis – even though a photo of him with his arm around her, with Ghislaine Maxwell in the background, was in the public domain. Doh. He then paid tens of millions to settle a civil sexual assault case with her (if ever there was an admission of guilt!), forcing him to step down from public duties after the furore. While there's no proof, Branson strikes me as far more cunning and calculating. If there is a sex tape which exists, you can bet he's shitting his load. A sadistic part of me hopes it surfaces – much like his body might in his swimming pool if ever it gets into the wrong (or right) hands.

If you can muster your little brain to do so, put this comment into the mindset of a third-party looking in. See what I mean? You weird, pathetic dickhead.

Branson has always been cautious with his private life, which is perhaps why he bought an island to escape the UK's media. And it's within a stone's throw of Epstein's island. I'm only speculating, but deep pockets often house deep secrets.

It didn't take you very long to join the party, you wannabe-Gallic serpent. It's as though you're continually slithering around the fringes, waiting for an opportunity to bite on any scraps, before crawling back into the grasssss. That said, I'm delighted you feel the antipodean quack is in need of support.

Didn't you used to call yourself R-Soles, accompanied by numerous avatars of different types of shit?

You've got your rubber-gloved fist wedged so far up Bore's sphincter I'm actually embarrassed for you. It's cringeworthy. As someone who considers you to be as bland as fuck, the fact is there's no difference between the utter hypocrisy of your rambling shite and Gary Lineker's latest Twitterings. Past weeks have brought commment after comment of highlighting (in either bold or italics) grammar errors you perceive that I've made (you'll know precisely what I'm talking about, the above no exception), all of which I've let wash over my head. And you have the audacity to refer to me as an 'old woman'? Lol. You skinny-fingered, pen-pushing little deskjob wanker. Why don't you say something original for change, like slagging off the UK?

Yet another piss-poor remark to garner a like from Pen. Wind your neck in, you repetitious, shit-infatuated softcore cunt.

While you're often as thick as chamois shit with this sort of innuendo-fuelled tripe, your snake-like grasssing abilities do possess a certain charm. My conclusion however is that you should permanetly delete your account and fuck clean off, never returning, allowing the cancer instead to do its job.

There's so much ammo here Drew I feel like a kid at Christmas. Nevertheless, shouldn't income from your rental properties, seeing as you claimed to be mortgage-free, keep you going beyond 23 January?

You pounced on my typo like an oceantic whitetip, Eric. Speaking of sharks scenting a little blood, where are Frank and Withers?

Should 'Oceanic Whitetip' be upper case? I'm not Wizardsleeve. Give it your best shot, oceanic whitetip.

Blimey. Have you changed to 12.5% Manchurian crabapple craft cider following your recent redundancy payout?

Agreed. I think you'll however agree I've kept out of the grammar Nazism domain with führer LCS recently, and was simply throwing a little provocation out there. Keep your beak out of my feuds, Baws – unless you feel he needs assistance.

A double preposition? Tsk tsk.

Mm, not a bad effort from Monsieur Bârton. He's got a long way to go, though, to equal the dizzy heights of de Schteeve van McClaren: