Bob, at 07:58 on Feb 03 1996, you wrote to Bill Grimsley...

BL> He'd rather cook in hell with a Rockwell chip set, a noisy
BL> Telecom line, and surrounded by cats using Windows95.

BG> Actually, on second thoughts...

BL> I thought the image of cats using Win95 would be as close to hell
BL> as it gets for you .

Yeah, I must admit that it's a pretty horrible image, although my idea of
hell involves giant six-feet-tall ants, all standing around a huge
microwave oven, taking bets on how long it will take Paul Edwards to
explode on High.

Or maybe that's my concept of heaven, I forget now...

BL> PS: Good luck with Paul and the USR Courier.

Are you being sarcastic or what, you smart-arsed bastard ?  :)

BL> Once he gets an idea in his faulty brain, he clings to it tighter than Rod 
BL> Speed at a duck's arse picnic.

Fucking hell, THAT tight ?  The bind moggles...

BL> It took me 3 months to explain that TV doesn't send black lines in between 
BL> the real ones, and he still thinks I'm wrong.

Well you are!  We all know that TV doesn't send lines - it RECEIVES them! 

Regards, Bill

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