BL> When they come to my door I always ask them: "You're kidding,
BL> aren't you? You don't really believe in god, do you?" but they think
BL> I'm the dangerous one, and slink off looking over their shoulder.

FM> I think they've learned - the one at the weekend didn't even
FM> knock, just slipped his bit of Jesus-drivel under the door.

RS> Thats just because of the blood curdling screams
RS> that were audible from outside. In an area like
RS> that, wiv all those yuppies, he wasnt game to knock.

FM> "Ravening" (Bob), "blood-curdling" (you) - what must
FM> you guys think of this most salubrious neighbourhood?

I'm much too polite to say.

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