blog spamming?

ok, here's the deal,

you're working for peanuts, its just a job, maybe you're a student and never had a job yet. Maybe you're on benefit and they pay cash in hand. or whatever.

if i find anyone and i mean anyone who's helped in sending spam out, i will hurt them.

that is not a threat, but a promise - i have better shit to do than remove your auto links.

and believe me, when i say hurt, i mean it.

not that your program can figure that out, but tough shit if i ever get close

hmmmm finishing Feast of the Goat by Mario Vargas Llosa has left me in a stinky mood.

don't spam me.

can i get a Dr..?

blimey!

had dinner... no.. cooked dinner at Sylvester McCoys house!! He was away and my friend was housesitting!

why am i saying this? well, for god's sake it's Sylvester McCoy! or Kent or whatever. Into his clowns is old Kent.. fair 'nuff. I did my dissertation on "the Fool" so see where he's coming from, maybe.

nice evening. no stories. no sex.

and yes, he does have the 'Ace' annual from 1983 or whenever!

for those of you mystified as to what the hell i'm on about (and its happened before) here's a pic