Nestor

Lou I am a southern born, naturalised midlander claiming lineage back to the McDonalds of Glencoe (according to my dad, who may just like wearing a skirt at new year). As a result, I am extremely confused, but if that one remaining place still stands, count me in.

So, you're losing to me! This is excellent news - if you'd just like to leave that primary victory location quietly we'll say no more about the cheek of you having occupied it in the first place! Go on now, or I'll fire more of those black pepper shells!

Shaw's Panzer Leader Annhiliation Trip? [ December 13, 2002, 12:07 PM: Message edited by: Nestor ]

Wait, that’s not right.................it’s all coming back to me now - there was a family crisis. Great Aunt Agatha, who was presumed lost at sea several years ago, telephoned to say that she had in fact been at home all the time, but her 'phone had been cut off as the result of an administrative error (now rectified by a nice man from the 'phone company called Terry) and she had lost contact with everybody as a result. I did the decent thing, dropped everything and popped round for a cup of tea, a hobnob and to remind her that she owed me 3 birthday and 3 christmas presents as a result of her absence. 6 pairs of slippers turned up in the post the very next day. Bless her.</font>

Wait, that’s not right.................it’s all coming back to me now - there was a family crisis. Great Aunt Agatha, who was presumed lost at sea several years ago, telephoned to say that she had in fact been at home all the time, but her 'phone had been cut off as the result of an administrative error (now rectified by a nice man from the 'phone company called Terry) and she had lost contact with everybody as a result. I did the decent thing, dropped everything and popped round for a cup of tea, a hobnob and to remind her that she owed me 3 birthday and 3 christmas presents as a result of her absence. 6 pairs of slippers turned up in the post the very next day. Bless her.

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Errrrr......the dog ate it.

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Is that a promise you overblown, over-the-hill, alcohol fuelled, sun addled, Ozzy pillock? Just for the record, England coming over to you for the Ashes is not about playing cricket, it's about getting the 'barmy army' out of the country for a few months! You see, we're still using it as a penal colony. Didn't anybody tell you? Australians - always the first to get to Friday and the last to realise that the joke's on them! Clearly, you are not going to shut up until you've been metaphorically smacked around the head with a virtual lump of willow for 25 turns or so by an Englishman. So, send me some form of 'hard track, lots of sunshine, it rained 5 years ago' setup and we'll see what's what and who's who shall we? [ November 29, 2002, 05:09 AM: Message edited by: Nestor ]

For most people this would be a slow advance with occasional skirmishes until about turn 10, followed by several minutes worth of action around the smaller flags before a final 5 turn assault on the primary victory location. PL's variant: fire everything you've got on turn 1 and withdraw!

Athkatla, I seem to remember that our last encounter ended with you taking a hammer to your PC when the inevitability of defeat at the hands of my boisterous Bavarians and wanton Wurtumbergers finally hit home. We should reconvene this unfinished business on the Ostfront, where I understand open-ground rushes in the face of withering fire are all the rage – you should feel right at home! Send me a setup for a battle in the great traditions of top of the table poseurs v basement stragglers and I’ll put you out of your misery – relegation before christmas is on the cards, just in time for another new PC in the January sales!

Some time ago, shortly before the now legendary Quest for a New Hard-Drive and the enforced sojourn in CMBB-less Laptopland began, there was talk amongst the Olde Ones about a Squireathon between myself and Malaprop-ski. Now, on the one hand I object to the concept of being trundled out to 'amuse' a pair of degenerate, priveliged, old-guard farts (as any self-respecting 'coMMunist' would). However, the opportunity to rain death and destruction on the philosopher prince himself (who’s clearly no longer got the money to keep the 1st year undergraduate responsible for his early looonng posts on retainer) is too good to pass up. So whatever happened to the specially created monstrosity for this Clash of the Titans? The last I heard, Mace was involved, plonking things on a hillside ......... but I suppose this might have been about something else entirely. Wherever it is, whatever state it's in, however many sheep have been placed on the map I say bring it on! What say you Malaprop-ski?

Nice work on the prognostication front Aussie Jeff. Have you thought about applying for the recently advertised Chief Soothsayer post? No, really, you should - good rates of pay, all the entrails you can eat - the perks are considerable. I'll send through the Bankrupt (Old Git) papers after tea on Saturday shall I? I mean 8 wickets for a mere 128 runs is just so.............English!

I was and will be, but not tonight, for the lure of curried meat of dubious origin is strong and I will soon be leaving for Nila's Palace where this craving can be sated (and then some) for £10.

What the hell would YOU know about rules and furthermore Bauhaus has far more standing around here (sit down Bauhaus, different kind of standing) than you will ever HOPE to have. Joe p.s. What the hell is "profilically" anyway?</font>

Sadly, some cricketing nations are more equal than others. On other matters, Bauhaus may be an Olde Skool, sanctified thingy, but he is currently profilically challenged. I assume some of your boys will be having a word with him about this oversight - I mean, rules are rules. [ November 07, 2002, 11:14 AM: Message edited by: Nestor ]

The Peng challenge is more or less the sum of its parts (but not those parts): 25% Vivacious charm (The Ladies of course) 19% Gormenghast ** 18% Mornington Crescent 16% Python (one of the sillier episodes) **** 10% Abusive name calling that you haven’t used since school 9% Philosophical rambling 8% b......../b 5% Genuine wit 4% empty space (or Panzer Leader as he likes to be known) 3% Cross-dressing (not that there’s anything wrong with that) ** The first 2 books anyway, but then who’s read the 3rd. **** On Saturday nights this sometimes morphs into an episode of ‘Are You Being Served?’. I must commend this thread for revealing a few more lackwits and ninnys amongst the membership. The Dark Fires always need fuel. Now if we could just tempt a few genuine morons in that would be excellent – they always burn nice and slowly.

Errr..you're sitting on the oven Panzer Leader. Lady YK2 this is where you've got to. It's a little early, since I'm still at work, but I come bearing 8 bottles of Staropramen (2 packs for £6 at Sainsbury's) and a 'difficult' David Axelrod album to make sure there's no more dancing! Would you miss a few of these sleeping ninnys - the fires of the dark-side need more 'fuel'.

What was I thinking? I meant to say: Deal with it <big>WAZZOCKS!!</big>

Ok, this laptop I'm attempting to use whilst a new hard-drive wings its way towards me will not play BB - or more correctly, will not let me see what it is I'm playing, since the game itself does chug along nicely. I am a week away from having the new drive, so <small>Ni</small>, Malaprop-ski and Berli himself will have to wait before set-ups can be sent and action commenced. Apologies.

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<small>Ni</small> - you really are eager for a pummeling aren't you? I am now up and running again in a 'sort of' fashion, playing on a laptop that thinks moves look better on a black screen - highly appropriate really, given my new place of residence. I will send you something approriately dark when the time is right (i.e. after the 'hot lesbo action' drama on BBC2 this evening) Malapropski - I assume we're waiting for some infernal concoction to cough and splutter its way out of the Olde One's Collective QB Farm before fisticuffs commence.

Well Festor, you have yet to pass the entrance exam. Answer you this question for me: What mode of transport did Margarita use to travel to the Master?</font>

Palsied Leaker, we've talked about this. The sequence is: 1)Type the first piece of drivel that comes into your head. Don't post. 2)Take a breath whilst waiting a minute or two for those dots to be joined in your brain. 3)Type the 2nd stodgy diatribe. Don't post. Repeat ad infinitum. On 2nd thoughts, don't feel you have to breathe.

Nidan1, a set-up would have winged its way to you already, but my computer sounds like it has a family of squirrels living in it and is kaput. As befits a possible Squire of the dark-side I am making arrangements to purloin a machine from work and will be with you shortly. In the meantime, buy a suitably sized fish and slap yourself with it until I'm up and running again.