there was a suggestion of tentacles, and
other...nameless appendages... it was Slumpy , uttering these fateful
words:
> "So, Mr Slumpy you *really* are the perpetual comedian, aren't you ?"
> I threw back my head and roared with laughter as slylittlei continued:
>
>> Nurse! The screens! it's Slumpy :
>>
>>> "So, Mr Slumpy you *really* are the perpetual comedian, aren't you
>>> ?"
>>> I threw back my head and roared with laughter as gaz horton
>>> continued:
>>>
>>>> there is a problem with my password?
>>>
>>> That is a possibilty. Have you found that it won't play with your
>>> other passwords at all ? Have you followed the feeding and exercise
>>> regime that was sent to you when your account was set up ? It
>>> requires pretty much the same attention and care as your mouse
>>> cursor, which must be exercised offline at least twice a day or it
>>> is likely to get sluggish. And the specially prepared organic feed
>>> is essential for healthy growth and a long life. You wouldn't want
>>> your password to die on you, would you ? Look after them and they
>>> will
>>> look after you.
>>>
>>> Dr Slumpy
>>
>> LOL
>> I trust you enjoyed Bristol? The Mayor was a trifle disappointed that
>> you didn't show up to collect your key to the city...! 
>
> Not only did I slip in the back way and have it on me toes with said
> key, I got 50 quid for it up Portabello on the way back up the Smoke
>
That explains why the Mayor came back into the Council chamber waving that
1959 Morris starting handle & babbling something about swapping the key for
some magic beans...apparently we've got to plant them underneath the
Suspension Bridge & mutter the appropriate incantations before that
"perkewleer lookin' bloke frum That Lundun" brings it back...
<sigh>
I'm off to strip naked & cover myself in woad...