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Posted: Tue Jan
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you're my kind of woman!
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Posted: Tue Jan
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Is Michael not coming on
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Doesnt look like it but Most haunted is just about to start on living tv
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Flyspy
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ohh you lucky things can
you let me know what happens don't have uk digital tv here in
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Anna

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thats on channel 401 for
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Maybe he has been 'spooked'
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or someone has 'spirited'
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or someone has 'spirited' him away!  |
talking of spirits a large vodka &
tonic would be nice with lots of ice
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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
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SB Guest
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Posted: Tue Jan
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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
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Posted: Tue Jan
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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
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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.
Love & Light
Tracy _________________ Love
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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
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Posted: Tue Jan
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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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Anna

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Bobo the Clown Guest
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Posted: Tue Jan
20, 2004 11:19 pm
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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
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Anna

Joined: 20 Jan 2004 Posts: 9 Location:
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Posted: Tue Jan
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I seem to remember a clown
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Anna

Joined: 20 Jan 2004 Posts: 9 Location:
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Good night all, see ya
tomorrow ..
take care sleep well Anna  | |
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Korky Guest
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Posted: Wed Jan
21, 2004 12:12 am
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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
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Bobo the Clown Guest
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21, 2004 12:13 am
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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
) 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
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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
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Maybe i
can help you to move on into the light, you do seem to be
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Anna

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Posted: Wed Jan
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a swift kick in the ass
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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.
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
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