(From the StarrComix forum)

Kool-Ade                                                                      Saturday 11^th of March 2006

14:00 GMT

I’ve decided that what I really need is a warning label, like you get on cigarette packs.  Maybe then people would stop trying to mess with me and winning themselves a free trip to A&E.

Tom Dockin                                Saturday 11^th March 2006                                                                                                                                                                            14:02 GMT

Lol, yeah.  People like that are why McDonalds has to put “Warning- Boiling Water Is Hot” on their coffee cups.

HungryHungryHippo           Sunday 12^th March 2006

08:00 GMT

Nah, why bother to warn them?  Let them find out first-hand what happens when a sheep instigates a wolf.

Tom Dockin   Sunday 12^th March 2006

08:03 GMT

LOL, walking Darwin Awards.

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(Excerpt from “Letting Shakespeare lead the way- an interview with Josette Lambton”, Mail on Sunday, 12^th March 2006)

At seventy years old, Josette Lambton is still chic as ever in a pink Armani suit topped off with a white hat.  “At my last party, I personally designed the outfits for each guest,” she tells me, “You can’t leave such things to chance.”  Lambton, who describes herself as “a great believer in the great British thank-you note,” considers it her duty to instil a sense of decorum and chivalry in the younger set.

Once the belle of London society, Josette Lambton now prefers to hold court in her Sussex estate, a quaint, beautifully maintained old house in the Elizabethan style.  “My son keeps trying to persuade me to move back to London,” she laughs, “Over my dead body!”

Later on, however, there is an unguarded moment in which Josette admits to me that her life here has its fair share of loneliness.  “One is often neglected and left to a cold world that keeps managing to her colder and more aloof and petty.”   Ask her how she feels about her daughter Octavia, and her face falls into a scowl.  “I don’t speak to her.  I don’t want to hear from her.  She has no gratitude for anything I or the rest of the family have done for her.  She has no job, no talent, and no morals.  All she knows how to do is leech off other people.”

Her relationship with son Jonathan, curator of the theatre founded by his late father, is far more congenial…

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Written on the underside of a table in the Railway Café, Sutton:

Every country needs a healthy distrust of its elected officials- Kelpie and Silkie

Written on page 35 of Medieval Lifestyle, a textbook given out to Year Seven History classes at New Malden High School:

Ego non tu Latinum scio- Kelpie and Silkie.

Written on a discarded order form in Argos, Wimbledon Broadway:

DANCE FOR ME, CLOWN! – Kelpie and Silkie

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(From the StarrComix forum)

KoolAde                                                  Friday 17^th March 2006                                                                                                                                                                            15:33 GMT

Tom Dockin:  What many don’t realise is, people are fucking insane as a baseline.  Put anyone in the wild, and they become an animal.

Lol yeah- and some of those animals are fucking PARASITES.  Can’t imagine half the losers at work surviving without their parents paying the rent.

Tom Dockin  Friday 17th March 2006

15:35 GMT

Haha.  Big surprise for them if they ever came up against something they couldn’t use Daddy’s credit card against.