Harry Stottle came up with this when s/he headbutted the keyboard a
momenentrepreneurt.society.nottingham:
>
> "Michael J. Edwards" <michael@nowchange.com> wrote in message
> news:1161955502.155082.253660@e3g2000cwe.googlegro ups.com...
>> Calling all Slimmers!
>>
>> Hi, I'm Michael J. Edwards
>
> Are you really Michael J Edwards, or Gadget Man, or perhaps James
> Goodman?
>
> When I count to 10 I want you to disappear.
No, he's James Winsoar, "President of Phat Tonez", multipally-bankrupted
entrepreneur and constant pain in the arse to this and other newsgroups.
Hey, JW, how's your cybercafe doing?
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