Would the real Duncan Light please stand up...

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Re: tecknical

It also occurred to me that at some point, someone may be Dee F***in' Light-ed to let us know who they really are...
 

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Re:Open season for wild speculation

Dunno why the delay. Norbert got an e-id instantly. I have long suspected GW though. Style of writing plus they're both in Chichester (I think). I temporarily stopped suspecting GW this morning, when he made a post within 1.5 mins of DFL making a post. But then he made that post about not being guilty if online at the same time as DFL. You see, mebbe he has 2 puters, and mebbe his post suggesting that Kim checks the e-records was a decoy designed to point finger away from him as he knew he was on-line at same time as DFL? GW sorry if I got this all wrong, I will buy you 5 litres of teak oil in lieu of humble pie.

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Re:Open season for wild speculation

Nah, not me. I'm in Christchurch. Got 2 puters, tho. One here in the office, other one 20 miles away at home, so unlikely to have been me (unless I darive far faster than I thought...).

I have a friend in Chi, so I'll ask him to look out for the binliner, but I suspect he's given up for the winter, now.
 

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Perhaps we\'re all wrong after all..

.. and Mr Duncan Disorderly is indeed a real person, then we'll all have to eat Humble Pie (except for the lead guitarist, I never did fancy him)

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Re: ooh

much more convincing. Cept it's from you, erstwhile prime suspect. rats rats rats.
 
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Re: ooh

Barry D is my prime suspect. Although you've been known to start the odd windup - the 7' 6d Fairline Turbot, holiday suggestions etc etc. And you can't spell for toffee, which is always a sure sign of guilt. And a marked reluctance to post a real photo - probably ashamed of the fact that your eyebrows meet in th emiddle, in true criminal fashion...
 
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Re: hmm ..

maybe he has gorn and bort piece of junk and changed his name? But no - he has already admitted to a Triumph Stag and a TR7 V8. Compared with these, a Bayliner, unexploded, v sensible.
 

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Re: Kim you\'ve been duped

I dunno who it is anymore. I guess not someone off this BB. But DFL is most definitely a wind up, the radar spinning the wrong way is one too far, and he will not accept offer of free fill up, sincerely made by someone losing (or not?) a bet. Kim, you've been had mate - did you talk to him or just email his hotmail? Plse can you cut n paste the hotmail string onto this BB?

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Re: Kim you\'ve been duped

OK, I confess it's me. I'm also PaulineB and that jock accountant bloke (as if anyone would believe that one was real!)

There, does that help clear it up?
 

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I resemble that remark!

As I've said before not me guv! But then given this boards tendancy to change their minds who will believe me.....

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Re: No, what abt jfm?

Now you're a madman on the loose with a shotgun, willing to confess to anything! Aargh. They/we/you're all nuts, even Stewart with his pub shark argument.

But jfm all jolly clever - especially the bit offering to do a fillup hmm? A double reverse bluff?
 
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Of some relevance, I feel

The SAS, the Army and the Police decide to go on a survival weekend together to see who comes out top. After some basic exercises, the trainer tells them their next objective is to go down into the woods and come back with a rabbit for tea.

First up are the SAS. They don their infra red goggles, drop to the ground and crawl into the woods in formation. Absolute silence for 5 minutes, followed by a single muffled shot. they emerge with a rabbit, shot cleanly through the forehead. "Excellent" says the trainer.

Next up are the Army. They finish their cans of lager, cover themselves in
camouflage cream, fix bayonets and charge down into the woods, screaming at
the top of their lungs. For the next hour the woods ring with the sound of machine gun fire, mortar bombs, hand grenades and blood-curdling war cries.
Eventually, they emerge, carrying the charred remains of a rabbit. "A bit messy, but you got a result. Well done" says the trainer.

Lastly, in go the Police, walking slowly, hands behind backs, whistling Dixon of Dock Green. For the next few hours, the silence is only broken by the occasional crackle of a walkie talkie: "sierra oscar lima one, suspect headed straight for you" etc. After what seems an eternity, they emerge, escorting a squirrel in hand cuffs. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" asks the incredulous trainer. "Take this squirrel back and get me a rabbit, like I asked you 5 hours ago!" So back they go. Minutes pass, minutes turn to hours, day turns to night. The next morning the trainer and the rest of the crew are awakened by the police, holding the squirrel, now covered in bruises. "Are you taking the piss?" asks the seriously irate trainer. The police team leader shoots a glance at the squirrel, who then squeaks: "Alright, alright, I'm a f*cking rabbit!"
 
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Re: Merit in that one...

...so jfm it is. No wonder his missus agreed so readily to him shelling out a grand on a simple bet he lost...
 
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Re: excellent joke

so obviously, whole thred will get canned
 

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Re: Merit in that one...

Stands to reason, he knew DF_Light would never turn up!!! Fess up jfm you are the one.

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Re: except...

...he's the main prosecution counsel.

Not sure if jfm needs to run it past his missus to burn a grand or two - "Ooh I was just discussing some business deal with some new clients, so natch I bort them 25 lagers each, to test their financial viabilty"
 
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