*hangs head in shame* I am fail. BUT I WANTED A NEW PAIR OF TROUSERS!!!

Also that's brilliant.... mad but brilliant :P

Not at all - the digression was very welcome indeed. I had a similar experirence, only without the aspiration. My family is stalwartly working class, and they all think I'm a bit of a weirdo anyway - especially when, completely out of the blue, I got a scholarship to a posh grammar school (where everybody was very different to me - I remember visiting these North Jesmond extremely upper-class houses and being simply astonished by the way they lived and *all the books*) for my A-levels which, in turn, got me down here. I think part of the reason I was (and, hell, still am) so into access is because it recalls me to my roots.

Equally I'm wary of lulling myself into sentimentalism over it - which is why, I think, I communicated this with more cynicism than I actually feel. It's just it's too easy to make these things about making myself feel good and salving my own conscience - instead of the people they're meant to be helping.

Also it occurs to me that a more accurate advert would be WASTE AN AFTERNOON IN A TRAFFIC JAM ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF MILTON KEYNES...

Or maybe even...

WASTE AN AFTERNOON ON THE X5.

God, you're right. If I hadn't recently got a handful of somebody's bonespike I'd probably be clamouring for a staff about now....

I hope it's still there - or possibly somebody's brain caught up with them and they changed it.

Avast!

And thank you for the kind words.

Thank you kindly - delighted to amuse :)

MY MIND'S EYE MY POOR MIND'S EYE!!!

Hmmm...I'd probably whisper back explaining I didn't have spyhillis yet but I was a quick learner....

And mystifiably charmed?

Well, there's not much worth visiting in Tilbury anyway so he'd probabably be better off going back to Miss Flitworth...

Mimirom was a typo on the forums - a typo YOU YOURSELF MOCKED, you doofus.

If you genuinely feel alienated by the tardraid then we're doing it wrong because it's meant to be the opposite of that - I just can't tell if you're being ironic or weeping, lonely and alone, in the corner for lack of tard in your raiding life :P Also we invent our stupid jokes per run so it's easy to catch up, and I reckon your brain is equal to the task.

Also you're so susceptible to people going "Oh Vorla, you are the greatest Vorla who ever was, please come and grace us with your mighty, throbbing wowcock" that it seems just plain heartless to take advantage of it :P