On the 19/7/96  15:17, Bill waffled to Dieter..

 Hello Bill,

 DM> Hmm, dunno. Still reckon the high lob approach as it's
 DM> advantages, namely you can get about three or four in the air in
 DM> quick succession with an excellent chance that at least one will
 DM> connect, appearing to fall out of the heavens.

 BG> True, that's actually quite a good point, but I'd sooner not let these
 BG> arseholes know for sure who's tossing them, as I wouldn't be at all
 BG> surprised to see them prowling around my backyard at midnight with a
 BG> can of petrol, if they found out.  Anyway, as I said before, they

 Yeah, there is that issue. That's why you lob 'em high, and
 scarper off.

 BG> appear to have quietened down considerably since I sent a few vicious
 BG> letter to the local police, complete with times, estimated speeds, etc.
 BG> Funny how we change - as a kid, I'd NEVER dob somebody in, but these
 BG> days... fuck the lot of them!
 
 I tolerate a fair amount of hoonerism, knowing what I was like
 many years ago, but not stupidity. Doing standing start drags
 in a high density housing estate doesn't count as hoonerism -
 that's stupidity. There's a perfectly straight stretch of road,
 complete with hillocks, just a few hundred meters away. The
 hillocks in that road are high enough for a car travelling at a
 reasonable speed to take flight. In fact many have. Only they
 don't land too well.

 DM> Actually, it's been awfully quiet around here lately. For nigh
 DM> on a couple of months. No hoons, no murders, although the local
 
 DM> Spoke too soon. One of the neighbours "mates" decided to drop a
 DM> few doughnuts one evening. A quiet word to the neighbour, this
 DM> time, seemed to work wonders. It's amazing what happens when you
 DM> choose your words carefully.

 It was a new neighbour just recently moved in. Obviously hasn't
 yet been warned ....

 BG> What, like "do it again and you die", or similar?  :)

 Close enough.

 Even my wife gets into the fray. One of the kids up the road was
 having a party and we were all invited, ankle biters and all. My
 wife was introduced to this female.."this is so-n-so from number
 x", to which my wife promptly retorted ".. so it's your husband
 that's the mental retard that uses the street fr a dragstrip.
 What's the matter with him - dick's bigger than his brain ? ",
 or something like that. Needless to say, we're still not on
 speaking terms. Suits me.

 Dieter

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