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- From: meats_s@lincoln.gpsemi.com. (I Look Like Ben Elton)
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- Subject: Headphones For Fish
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- Date: 5 Jan 93 13:01:14 GMT
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- "Clip clop clip clop" went the left toenail of a well respected member
- of the bishop's underwear cleansing department. It had been well over a
- month since Doris had changed her duvet covers, and despite the winter
- weather things were getting a little too disparate in the imagery of
- unlikely juxtapositions.
-
- "C'est l'heure du poisson sur la plage", a-t-elle dit. "Je ne me sens pas
- normale aujour d'hui : tout le monde me mange !"
-
- As the subtitles became illegible in an atmospheric snow of television
- interference,
- Keith was left with little more than his 'O' level French ( Joint
- Matriculation Board, 1979 ) to make sense of the seemingly illogical
- conversation.
-
- "Bloody Channel 4 rubbish !" he exclaimed. "I only watch this foreign
- crap in the remote hope that their might be some nobbing in it. Some
- chance. "
-
- Their was a tap at the door. Their was a plughole in the ceiling. Keith's
- bedsit contained some of the worst plumbing in the civilised world. What
- hope was there left for this 5 foot 4 dressing-gown-clad reprobate who
- had recently made himself redundant from his own self-employed business.
- As if things weren't bad enough, he had recently become addicted to
- biting pieces of fluff from the carpet which was already threadbare.
- Before long he'd be terrorising his neighbours' floor upholstery :
- innocent victims of the ensuing rug wars.
-
- Suddenly a woman's voice was heard and it seemed to be coming from the
- fridge.
-
- "Earwax, earwax !", she cried "will anyone buy my lovely earwax !"
-
- "A ghost" thought Keith in double quotes. Obviously a mediaeval earwax
- trader trapped in the cryogenic time suspension of the ice box, just next
- to the small packet of sweetcorn that Keith had bought during operation
- Desert Storm.
-
- "I've got plenty of my own, thanks", he replied. "I don't suppose you can
- fix the telly,
- can you ?"
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- Steve Meats, GEC Plessey Semiconductors, Lincoln, UK
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- E Mail : meats_s@lincoln.gpsemi.com
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- it's all compulsion, there's no choice
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