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Does anyone have any ghost stories of Birmingham
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 8:46 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

you're my kind of woman! icon_wink.gif
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 8:53 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Is Michael not coming on tonight?
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 8:57 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Doesnt look like it icon_sad.gif but Most haunted is just about to start on living tv ..going for a gander brb
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 8:59 pm    Post subject: Lucky things Reply with quote

ohh you lucky things can you let me know what happens don't have uk digital tv here in NL :O(
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 9:01 pm    Post subject: most haunted Reply with quote

thats on channel 401 for all you ntl users ...
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 9:01 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Maybe he has been 'spooked' by all the attention! icon_biggrin.gif
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or someone has 'spirited' him away! icon_lol.gif
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 9:11 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Anonymous wrote:
or someone has 'spirited' him away! icon_lol.gif


talking of spirits a large vodka & tonic would be nice with lots of ice

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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 10:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hmm only 2 posts from the supposed ghost today at five past nine and half past four. Could it be one post after the children have gone to school and one when they have returned?
How can anyone believe this is real? We all want to believe in life after death as it gives us some comfort from the inevitable but I'm afraid this isn't it!
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 10:26 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I am begining to think Mr Pennington, that your story is needing to go somewhere else at the moment. To save face in what ever form, i think you next instalment needs to be one that is even more captivating the the ones before.
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 10:33 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

It's a hoax. An entertaining one, but a hoax all the same. Come on, think about it carefully, do you really believe it? I knew it was a wind up from the start, but what is frightening is how many people seem to believe 'him'!
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 10:38 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hello Michael, I have been following your Memouirs and find them quite facinating, I personally hope that what you say is true and you are who you say you are ,And hope that you get justice for those persons who killed you. I am sceptic but like you say no one knows exactly who or what is out there I will sit here with an open mind and wait for your next installment Michael. for now all the best.


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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 10:55 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

hello, i am also a ghost. I myself died when I slipped on a banana skin during my life at Blackpool circus as a clown. My elongated shoes then forced me to keel over and comically fall into a canon which fired off and sent me shooting into the sea. I thought the water would break my fall, but unfortunately a trawler was sailing right where I landed and as the ship was an equal opportunities employer, all the fishermen were partially sighted and thought they had landed a giant haddock! Only when I was placed on ice at Fleetwood market did people discover the awful truth. I was refused entry to Heaven because I smelt so badly of fish.
I found that I could communicate with people over the internet by tapping in morse code on the back of the users head and this makes them subconciously type what I want them to without them realising.
I wander the Earth looking for rogue banana skins to save others from the same fate as mine.
Oh and Michael, before I forget, you owe me a pint. You said people wouldn't be gullible enough to fall for your story and I said they would! I'll see you in the Restless Spirit public house at 6 past the witching hour so you can make good on the wager. Honk Honk (as us clown say)!
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 11:04 pm    Post subject: Michael Pennington Reply with quote



Hello again my friends. I am sorry that I am late. Guest G is the culprit. All his questions on GCHQ. I mean how do I know. I never asked the Professor things like that. Anyway. I have just asked him after trying to raise him for several hours on ICQ. I don’t think he finds it very amusing though taking into consideration his tone. However, I hope this makes sense to our enquirer seeking proof. This the exact reply from the Professor. He has looked at the message board.

Hi Michael. I’m not sure about all this. Too much attention if you ask me. Listen to Jack and remember that guy Simon who messed about with the living. Your asking me stuff that is absolute horseshit. Do they seriously think that someone like you on a laptop can reach them and someone like me surrounded by the worlds most sophisticated communication equipment and devices would be stuck for getting out a message. Get real dude.

And what’s all this rubbish about security codes Michael. Do you mean the alert status such as black, amber, green or red for the daily state of security alert at the installation which is amber right now if he really wants to know or are we talking about the words given for security documents such as RESTRICTED, CONFIDENTIAL, SECRET, TOP SECRET, V.R.K and green and red label despatches for UK eyes only? Don’t understand what info you want here. Don’t even understand why your bothering.

Tell the geezer that he needs to tell you what type of lowest level security person he is on about. Window cleaners for example get a V pass. They are escorted around and can’t go in most areas without any warning. Everyone has to wear their pass at all times. Before service peeps like window cleaners tgo in any of the rooms the staff lock everything away so it cant be seen and then take it out again when they gone. Contractors like aerial riggers or the boffins at Smiths Industries or somewhere like that get temporary passes but with their photos on. Yanks come here. Canadians come here. They get different passes. The place is huge Michael. Security is tight. You cant just wander around like your going for a walk in the friggin park. Each department is just as secret as the next and they even hide stuff from each other. All on what they call a need to know basis. You got H Division, E Division, S Division Z Division this and Q Division that. Some of the brightest brains in Britain work here mate. Some of em are nuts too. Funny farm they calls it round here.

Tell whoever is asking that I aint interested. Personally I would have asked for something more in the way of proof. How about the Directors credit card number and his home address and phone or the latest scandal brewing up that aint out in the news yet. Get a grip Michael. Don’t piss me off with this dung. Got to rush. Are you joining us later in the usual room?

Oh dear. Onwards and forwards. Thank you for your kind offer admin. I will certainly consider this. Janet will probably get back to you tomorrow. I am sure she will answer your questions. There are so many messages now it is difficult keeping track of it all. I particularly would like to thank those that have made such nice compliments to creative writing and my literary skills. I wish this were the case. Had I been imaginative and creative I would not have worked in the textile industry. It is very easy to document something and record it. It is much harder to actually create something.

I will try hard to answer all your questions but it is becoming quite a lengthy task. I will leave questions where the answer is previously documented so if you do not get an answer then please re read the text. It will save us all a lot of time.

Claire. I send messages when I can. There are times when I will send during the day if the environment lends itself to being able to without risk. There are times when I will send them at 3 am in the morning. There is no specific rule. It’s just that I have to act with extreme caution during the daylight hours. Janet covers for me of course and is used to me using the pc while she is at the desk and doing something else.

Deb – purely because I am not sure about the afterlife myself. I can only explain this existence. If I find my parents and move on then what about my ex wife and daughter? Other points you raise I have answered previously.
Thank you beachwood/lorraine you have not frightened me away although I do admit to a little uncertainty as I am facing mounting criticism from other spirits who are advising me against this altogether. Sincere apologies wattie I missed your purgatory humour. Data overload and too much quick scanning of the posts I think. What a cruel joke about Birmingham Guest. Never mind. You are forgiven. Never mind fox mulder. The truth is out there. Seek and though shalt find. Final thanks to everyone else I may have missed and bluelotus for those kind words.

Finally before we can continue, I enjoyed the final entry of the guest, a fellow ghost by all accounts. It is nice to see such good humour. Now that’s creative skills. Well done my friend. Most amusing. I hope you come back and visit. Please leave a name next time. There are too many called Guest.

Let us return to Jack’s account of my death. I should not deviate so much from the small part of my memoirs that I am revealing to you.

This is written as Jack explained it to me. It is in my own words and based on his observation of what happened.

Jack – I would watch from every available window of the property in which I was trapped. I spent years with nothing else to do other than watch the world go by my windows. Time is a valuable commodity when you are alive and a worthless and weary measure of misery when you are alone and without companionship. I would miss nothing and observe every tiny detail. An old man taking a stroll or a couple walking outside would be the sole interest of my attention during those dark times. I have observed the changing fashions and trends of hairstyles and clothes and the wonders of new technology even within the limitations of my confinement. You cannot begin to imagine the torment and the timelessness of such a way of existence.

I have only ever seen one murder. That was Michael’s. I have seen pretty much everything else. The violent and the playful youths using this quiet backwater as a playground for vandalism. ( I even ducked once when they threw a brick through one of my windows. It was the highlight of my day and a great sense of amusement to myself that I had actually tried to avoid the object ) , the graffiti artists, the boats and barges passing along the waterway, the lovers at night and the day to day happenings of people going about their ordinary lives.

This one day back in 1971 is not something that I shall ever forget. It was a beautiful day and a much welcome break from the previous dreary weather of which we are so accustomed. Let me first explain the layout of our premises. Please do not take this as a way of finding our location because there have been many changes to the buildings since.

The old boat yard and the building in which I used to be in are side by side and share a joining wall. A tow path or walk way lies to the back of the buildings and there used to be a gravel road to the front. The building I was in had an archway and a courtyard which backed on to the canal and the tow path. It was self enclosed with no gate or security to stop entry from the frontage. People working nearby used the premises for parking. The building was vacant for most of the time until about six years ago. The courtyard would contain about six vehicles which could park quite comfortably within its confines. Part of the building, three floors in height, faces right up to the canal tow path. I used to be able to actually watch people passing right by me and see everything that happened for a considerable distance in either direction.

This one particular day a white escort van with company markings parked in the car park. There was only one other vehicle present. I had seen the owner on many occasions. I think he worked near here. He is not involved in what happened. The two occupants of the vehicle got out and stood talking by their vehicle. From my vantage point I could not understand what they were saying. They seemed to be arguing about money. I could catch the odd word and I had become very good at lip reading over the years, but they wouldn’t stay still and were not facing me for most of the time. I saw one of them light up a cigarette.

I have to confess that I did not like the look of them. They were dishevelled and looked like they had been working on a building site. It was obvious that this was their trade due to the rusty and battered nature of the van with its company markings clear for all to see.

The rear of the courtyard had access to the waterfront by a single wooden gate, long gone and rotted away it has since been completely re landscaped and changed along with all the other improvements that have been made. I emphasise this as I do not wish to encourage people to take a walk along the canal looking for a wooden gate and a building with a courtyard. There was never a lock on the gate and access to the tow path was easy.

The two men were acting suspiciously from the start. They had walked over to the gate and were peering through the cracks in the woodwork. After a time they opened the gate and loitered in the doorway looking out towards the canal, talking and smoking.

I decided to get closer and visit my best vantage point by the canal tow path. From there I would be able to see them more clearly as the windows gave an excellent view of the canal and the courtyard. I was sure that this pair were up to no good. I fully understood of course that if they did do anything there was nothing that I could do from within the boundries of my prison.

I noticed a man walking towards the building along the tow path. Around his late 30’s or early forties, he walked briskly and seemingly without a care in the world. I had no idea that I was about to experience a gruesome murder. The two men had noticed his approach and had started mumbling and whispering to each other. They moved back towards the courtyard leaving the gate open. I saw one of them pull out a sharp instrument which looked like a hunting knife.

As the man, which I now know to be Michael passed the open doorway, the two rogues rushed out of the gate and grabbed him from behind. One of them had him by the neck and the other plunged the instrument deep into where his kidneys would have been. It all happened so quickly and I was not prepared for it. I struggled for the best vantage point and saw the man fall to the ground. The two attackers kicked and punched the man while he was on the ground and rummaged through his clothing for valuables. I saw them retrieve a wallet and they even took his watch. I watched with horror. These things are horrific even if you are not alive yourself.

I could not believe that something like this would happen in broad daylight. Such a bold and unprovoked attack. Was this premeditated or something that happened on the spur of the moment. It had certainly looked as if they were planning something from the moment that they arrived. They were obviously desperate for money. I waited to see what would happen. I heard the following conversation quite clearly as I was now up close and observing their every move from the broken window.

“ dung Clive I think you’ve killed the bastard you idiot” the older man said.

To which the second man, Clive, without a shred of remorse replied, “Quick, chuck him in the canal before someone sees us”.

Don’t be bloody stupid, he’ll float, look, throw him down here there’s something under here. Shove him down that opening,” he said.

I could not quite see where the hole or entrance to the building was. All I knew was that some poor unfortunate soul was now lying badly injured or dead in the building next door. As the two men turned to go the man called Clive halted.

“ Where’s my necklace. Where the hell is my bloody necklace. It’s gone. I felt it tugged when we jumped him but that was before we chucked him in there. Quick, find it. It’s got my name on it.”

The two men searched the tow path, they were agitated and in a panic. It is obvious they wanted to get away from the scene as soon as possible.

“It must have fallen in the canal. Forget it, lets get out of here. No one will find him anyway, look someone’s on the other side of the bank walking, come on, move it”

The two murderers left the scene. They did not run, they regained their composure and walked at an even pace to the gate, back to the courtyard and got in their van and drove away.

Thankfully, with nothing else to do day after day, the details of the van, its colour, its signage, even the telephone number and number plate, was ingrained upon my memory for ever. The memory is an amazing thing when you have nothing else to do but think about the same thing, over and over again. It is not possible to forget. It was also like a mission to retain the knowledge in the hope that some day there would be a way of communicating this knowledge to someone else. Thankfully this day has arrived.

The information that Jack has provided has given us both a sense of achievement. It will not be long before Janet presents the full details of our evidence to the relevant authorities. Contact has already been made. We just wish to find out a little more about what may happen if my body is exhumed. We are in the final stages of our investigations and there is so much more to do and learn before any drastic measures are taken.

Enough of this, lets tell you about the night we had a burglar. We seldom get such wonderful entertainment and its never live action like this was. Janet had left us about 4 hours prior to our unwelcome visitor. We hate it when she leaves. We both look forward to her arriving in the morning. She misses us too you know. Janet even visits us at weekends. After all, she is entrusted with the keys and has access whenever she wishes. The alarm records each individuals entry and each member of staff has a different pass code. Her boss, Malcolm, he thinks that she is just using the office to surf the internet as she only has a modem connection at home. Nothing was different to any other night. Anyway, this is hardly relevant.

Both Jack and I were sat at the lap top when we heard scuffling and strange noises by the main doors of the office. We went to investigate. Imagine our surprise when we saw a young man smearing a substance on the window and covering it with brown paper. I think we both guessed what was coming next. Quick as a flash he hits the window with a hammer and in no time he has his gained access. The very cheek of it.

The alarm let out its timer entry 30 second warning. This should be good I remember thinking. Lets see what he does now. Totally calm, and without doubt an expert, our visitor proceeds to mercilessly smash the alarm unit to bits. Why was it not sounding outside? As he snipped the cables of the main control unit we could hear a muffled alarm going off outside but it was not very loud at all. We found out later that the alarm siren had been packed full of quick drying foam sealant of the kind that they use in cavity walls and for filling big gaps. It was certainly effective.

It suddenly dawned on me that we had to do something and I was thrown into a complete sense of panic when I realised that the laptop was about to end up in this characters swag bag. I ran down the corridor back towards where we had been sat. Just quite what I was going to do I had no idea. Type a warning at him? Hmmm not quite an effective means of deterrent. Even though I am not of the living I was quite surprised at my level of energy. It was almost like an adrenalin rush only more of an electrical charge. Was this because I had bounced off Jack about four times in our haste to return to the laptop or because the situation somehow gave me a heightened sense of awareness.
More importantly, just what would we do now. I need not have worried.

The intruder grinned as he saw the laptop but he made straight for the managers office. I knew he wouldn’t leave the laptop but it bought me some time. As a human the very thought of turning to the keyboard to start typing in the middle of an emergency must be quite amusing. For me it was desperation I wanted to ask Jack what we should do and did he have any ideas. I typed in earnest.

Michael: Quick what the hell are we going to do

Jack: This could be interesting

Michael : What do you mean interesting do something

Jack: You worry too much

Michael: I DON’T WANT TO LOSE THIS LAP………..

I never quite finished. Our intruder was back in the main office having obviously rifled what he wanted from the drawers. He had already filled up half a bag of goodies and was making straight for Janet’s desk. A feeling of despair came over me as I was convinced that we were just about to lose the laptop. This is where things became fun.

I watched him approaching the desk and suddenly stop about 3 feet from the where I was stood. His nonchalant and relaxed face suddenly became a picture of abject horror. His eyes boggled and his jaw dropped. I looked at the desk. The site of a stapler suspended in mid air imitating the motions of a snake head and hovering from side to side and facing him head on must have been terrifying. Good old Jack, my hero. The guy was amazing. I was full of envy and pride at the same time.

The youth bolted down the corridor. A heavy paperweight rose gracefully from the table, curved in an arch like a supersonic aircraft and suddenly shot off with the speed of a bullet. It swiftly negotiated the fleeing burglar and smashed with a terrific force against the wall by the entranc door. The youth was petrified. He was literally wetting himself and froze in fear. The paperweight, in two halves now rose from the floor and hovered by the only exit from the building. The youth turned and fled back into the main office and into the darkened room of the company accountant. How I wished Janet could have left all the lights on I would have been able to see things more clearly I thought. This was exciting. The lights came on. Marvellous, Jack was a genius.

The youth was struggling to break the lock on the handle of the window and make his exit. Pretty risky to jump from this height I thought but at the same time I could see the desperate look of fear on the persons face. Jack had obviously had difficulty balancing each half of the paperweight and he was back on the attack with stapler now. Into the room it went and hung menacingly about 3 feet from its victim. I actually felt sorry for the poor unfortunate person that had been subjected to this assault. However, this compassion was soon dismissed. After all, he had not been invited. He was an unwelcome guest. The youth had slumped to the ground and curled himself up in a defensive ball against the wall, presumably for comfort and protection. Even when Jack let the stapler settle on the floor he made no attempt to move or escape. He remained as good as gold and sat in the room until the morning.

When Janet arrived she was shocked to find that the offices had been broken into. She was even more shocked to find our victim sat quietly in the accountants office. Janet was not the first to speak. The youth pleaded with her to call the police and keep the stapler away from him. When we later explained all this to Janet she told us how proud she was of us and how meeting us had changed her life. That was such a nice thing to say although the credit is down to Jack.

While Janet phoned the police Jack steered the two halves of the paperweight back to their orginal position. We knew someone would notice it was broken but we also knew that it was no big deal to find a broken paperweight. The most worrying aspect was how seriously the burglar would treated with his description of what had happened. During all this time the youth sat waiting and never attempted to make an escape. He was anxious that the police arrive before he would move. He was taking no chances. I could see Janet was enjoying the moment. Within easy listening distance of the burglar she said, “Thank you boys and behave yourself now stapler, the police are on their way”. I made my way to the laptop. Jack was already there. He had already left me a message.

Jack: Michael we should have more nights like this. That was fun.

Michael: Jack you are a hero. I feel so useless against your awesome skills. What a performance. The speed of the paperweight was fantastic. Did you see his face? Brilliant work. I never thought a stapler could be so menacing and you must have been reading my mind the way you operated the lights.

Jack: Thanks Michael but we were a team. I don’t do lights. No idea how you managed that. It wasn’t me. Well done my friend.

What? Doesn’t do lights? Surely not. I walked over to the room where the youth was. I switched off the light. It was as simple as that. It just switched off. He jumped nervously and called for Janet to please call the police again because they were taking too long. I felt good. It had been an eventful night.

The police arrived and the burglar looked so relieved. The police were baffled. Comments were made that he looked as if he had seen a ghost. He adamantly refused to tell the police what had happened. He wanted the police to take him out of the building straight away. He kept nervously checking on the innocent stapler which was now in its rightful place on Janet’s desk.

We seldom have nights like this. Oh what fun it was. I leave you with this. I have to go. There is more to tell. I will be back tomorrow.

Michael

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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 11:05 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 11:19 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Im glad you enjoyed my story Michael. As you can see from my username, I am known as Bobo the Clown, because my first name was Robert (Bob) and, well ... I'm a clown. Oh how I long to feel the splat of a custard pie on my face again and to smell a rose which squirts water in my face. Sadly these things are beyond me now.
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 11:38 pm    Post subject: blackpool circus Reply with quote

I seem to remember a clown called Muckie at Blackpool circus, not Bobo the Clown icon_rolleyes.gif
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 11:46 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Good night all, see ya tomorrow ..



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PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2004 12:12 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Fear not Bobo, we now have a range of quality goods for ghost clowns so you can carry on with all those things you enjoyed in life. Need excellent smooth ectoplasmic pies that are guaranteed to raise a smile from even the grouchiest poltergeist? You got it! How about personalised squirty vortex flowers that will have them rocking in the dungeons? Say no more, we got 'em! We can also supply you with the finest confetti 'orbs' that will have all those modern ghost hunters stunned and amazed. (they come in four different 'flavours') We can provide you with great deals on electro-magnetic fluctuating pulse dickie bows that spin as the audience have fun...oh I could go on all night but I've got to head off for a night of fun packed 'scare them til they laugh' mix and mingle at a certain old gaol in Derby.
Being dead was never so much fun! I'm not writing a book mind you, that's Michaels job!! Anyway, please visit our site at http://www.ghostclowns.com/ for some great bargains...sorry but these offers are not open to the living and you won't be able to access our site...until later
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PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2004 12:13 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

There have been many clown at the circus. Never heard of Muckie but I was only there for my one and only appearance with the canon. AnyHOO, (sorry Ghost Joke!) a bit more about myself. My favourite song is Spirit in the Sky and My favourite TV show was Sapphire and Steel (I've met Sapphire since passing and she is one hot spirit, but said she didn't go for guys with bright red noses and green hair - just my luck!). I enjoyed playing football, but not watching it (I was in Blackpool remember icon_rolleyes.gif ) and I loved to go strolling through Stanley Park and round the zoo.
Well I must be off dor that drink with Michael. See you all later!
Hugs and novelty wigs,
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Wow Korky That'd be perfect you're a life saver! (Oops bad choice of words!).
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PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2004 12:19 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Glad to be of service Bobo my friend, between you and me I saw a niche in the market and thought...like we do and then I just went ahead and decided to supply the ever increasing demand for all us clowns in limboland....besides, the transvestite ghost market has been wavering since Daphne did that stunt at Hampton Court, the floozy!
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PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2004 12:31 am    Post subject: Hello I'm a Spiritual Medium can i assist you? Reply with quote

Maybe i can help you to move on into the light, you do seem to be stuck between two worlds at the moment
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PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2004 12:36 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

a swift kick in the ass might help
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PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2004 1:22 am    Post subject: All is quiet on the Western Front as they say Reply with quote


Oh this is nice. How peaceful. Nothing for me to do here tonight. A break at last. Bliss. I can get down to spiritual things and watch TV.

Tut tut Anna who are you serving a quick kick in the ass. icon_smile.gif

Thank you korky and Bobo for your continued humour.

Admin, is this login for posting a trick to catch someone out or is it that you got fed up with all the Guest names. This should make life easier to see who is who. I am honoured by the new page title. Thank You.

Until tomorrow evening when I will return. Goodnight. Bless you all.
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