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Andrew Macdonald 23 December 2004 15:35 Ave atque vale.
Helling said something was up - she knows a
thing or two does Helling.
We shall miss SSI - anyway, enjoy yourself in
the cut throat world of financial jiggery pokery or whatever it is, and
perhaps you can let us have some small apercus of Man. Like, where do
they put all the cat's tails? I've not seen one person in a Davy Crocket
hat up there.
Have a Doom for me - no, make that two.
Vile Jelly 23 December 2004 16:21
Acshually, I think the Manx cat is officially defunct. With the advent of
modern travel they couldn't (as you'd expect) stop them from shagging with
english (or scotch or irish) cats so the pure breed ceased to be pure. I know
the Manx Cattery in Noble's Park was closed down when I was last there.
Anyway, they didn't make hats with them. Have you never had catstail (like
oxtail but not as beefy) soup?
One last shift at the carnagery tonight and then I shall be quaffing for me,
you and anyone else. I've got to get a goodly reserve under my skin to last me
between visits to St. Ives.
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