David, at 14:11 on Sun, Oct 23 1994, you wrote to Bill Grimsley ...

 BG> Why the sudden modesty?  I can only think of two Australians 
 BG> who'd be more anti-social than you - Alan Bond and Christopher 
 BG> Skase.  I have intentionally omitted David Drummond because he's 
 BG> an expatriate Kiwi, and probably can't help the way he is.  

 DD> Are you calling me anti-social you bastard?

No, just an ex-Kiwi who can't really help the way he is.  However, now that
you mention it ...  |-)

 DD> I called around this morning but you weren't there to offer me a 
 DD> coffee.  Who's anti social?

Lyn, obviously!  After all, I wasn't there (and you knew that too, so why
the fuck are you calling around to my house in my absence, eh?).  |-)

 DD> The cat died on Tuesday evening, 

Are you serious?  If so, I swear I wasn't there (indeed, I have the perfect
alibi, as not even my gun can shoot a bullet 1000km).

 DD> so it's probably safe for you to visit here now :-) 

Safe for whom?  Me, or the cat?  (sorry, I mean ex-cat)

 DD> mind you he's buried out in the garden, he may burrow up just to 
 DD> have a go at you.

When I return, do you wanna have a ritual moggie cremation and sacrifice to
Ba'al then?  Please say yes, as I'd feel much safer.

 DD> Of course with our unit being about the size of your downstairs 
 DD> loo, someone will have to go out the back door as you come in 
 DD> the front.

Now that the cat's gone, there's no need.  |-)

Regards, Bill

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