On Tue, 17 Oct 2006 23:18:12 +0100, "Pete M"
Post by Pete MPost by SteveHPost by Alan HolmesI'll up that to a Mars bar.
Argh.
Final offer. Half a pick of polos, a Mars bar and a Kit Kat.
I'll throw in a packet of Refreshers and a slightly aged Walkers Cheese and
Onion crisp, but I'll only throw in the crisp if he pays the tranfer fee.
Which reminds me, I've got a worthless plate for sale TDZ1075, free to
whoever will pay the transfer and buy my replacement plates.
It reminds me of the internal auctions my old firm used to hold for
old pool cars. There was this not too bad 2.0 Cortina estate they
were flogging back in 1975 or so, when I really needed a car but
didn't actually have much (read: any) money. I submitted my sealed
bid: Forty quid, plus Dave Fuller's hifi system, and a dead mouse
that I had, honest to ghod, found in my desk drawer that morning. The
boss was very amused by it, but I didn't get the car.
Postscript: Dave Fuller was a hifi geek and was also the butt of all
jokes within the company. His lack of social success, particularly
with the ladies, was legendary. If you're out there and reading this,
then "Hi, Dave!"