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[Will.]

Oh dear,
I am being drawn in to another one one of these....

Who sounds better?

Who cares?

To be honest, I have met, listened to, and endured far too many 'orrible'oiks from 'over there' that this latest one pales into insignificance when matched against them, fun, in its own way.
The impresssion is given that one is of immensely great interest to others simply by the noted fact that one holds the floor. Filibustering, I believe, is taught as part of the communicative slkills of the colonial system. Success is measured by the amount of muted attention one attracts, this is bulit upon by loudly decrying others who attempt to detract you from your speech.
Well, I am reading, not listening, waving or drowning, just smiling...tolerantly and with a little patience as one more of them struts their stuff and tries to demonstrate the ruffled feather technique of communication domination and keeping the attention of the folks out there
Must go now. I need to buy a new kudo or two

[Will.]

One more point,


In my years stateside I heard frequent reference to my 'quaint accent', I had a basic guttersnipe cockney/Essex brogue, lilting and melodious to the ear, quite unlike the dubious expectorations one is obliged to endure from those across the water these days.

I have never heard, nor heard of, a Brit or anyone else, mention anything quite so positive in response to the Usanian accent.

[Alex Shulgin]

[Ivyclub]

And the drumbeat keeps getting louder... Other more colorful uber-pawns are surfacing and joining us from the halfway house. Among their diatribes, this whole subculture is another grand opera. And orchestrating the whole extravaganza, or so it seems, are the self-appointed busboys of this Dave's cafe dissecting one's English...
Hey, numskull, just catch the drift. I don't want to deal with the skiffle and harangues of your male menopause and all that jazz. Say something funny.
Enter Alex Shulgin, real name Vicky Pollard.
Enter Henry_Cowell, real name Daffyd Thomas.
These two poncy characters presented themselves far more entertaining than my top ten. They prattled and came little closer than the rest to substantiating the carnival float they were brought out. They only had to say two one-liners, yet they still managed to muff them. They seemed such shoddy individuals, amateurish and out of scale with the juggling act others more versed, magical and in fighting trim have created. They compromised the unreadable mouthpiece of the other nonentities.
Talking about "The Bindair Paradox" days, much of what is now textbook blog mastering, has made me feel quite nostalgic of more numbing threads.