why am i being ignored in the forum?

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Death Cab for Cutie.

[SetToStun]

I am the one who first suggested sponging a mook.

You what?! You fucking what?! Take that back right now, sunshine, and acknowledge my leadership in this vital area or there will be trouble.

[CaledonianGonzo]

Though many would question said 'leadership' after so many years in the driving seat and to date not a solitary sponge sent mook-wards.

[Buelligan]

Well, I'm not offering to do it, no way, not this time, I'll tell you that for nothing.

[haveachocolatebiscuit]

I recently had a go at ignoring myself, as I kept remembering things and places I had experienced and done in the past and it made my current situation depress me. I called it 'brain zapps', as whenever I had a pleasant thought from the past I thought 'zapp!' and the memory was temporarily gone.

It got unworkable, especially when I started saying the word 'zapp' softly under my breath and I thought (perhaps quite rightly) that I was losing my mind.

I decided to stop trying to ignore myself and just accept my mind.

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Well, I'm not offering to do it, no way, not this time, I'll tell you that for nothing.

Well tell you it for something, please.

[Buelligan]

Well tell you it for something, please.

What are you languing at mineself please?  I trouve nowt.

[SetToStun]

Though many would question said 'leadership' after so many years in the driving seat and to date not a solitary sponge sent mook-wards.

He's a tricky cove to track down, is your average mook. I mean, I can't just stroll off to Sussex and say "he's a dog-botherer with at least one genital abnormality who cross-dresses at the drop of a hat" and hope to get a result, can I? It's Sussex we're talking about - that description fits about eighty percent of the male population. I'm beginning to think that elevating mook to a state of vigorously-sponged grace is more of a journey than a destination, if I'm honest.

[mook]

He's a tricky cove to track down, is your average mook. I mean, I can't just stroll off to Sussex and say "he's a dog-botherer with at least one genital abnormality who cross-dresses at the drop of a hat" and hope to get a result, can I? It's Sussex we're talking about - that description fits about eighty percent of the male population. I'm beginning to think that elevating mook to a state of vigorously-sponged grace is more of a journey than a destination, if I'm honest.

i'll help you out... i shall be lunching at the rose cottage alciston at least one day this week. i shall be sans spaniel but accompanied by the missus, probably be wearing a barbour, either blue, brown or my new one which i haven't waxed properly yet. i'll be drinking biddendens and winding up the pub parrot and then avoiding the pub cat.

hope this helps.

[Endicott]

Have you ever seen Tony Blair there?

http://goo.gl/maps/hkczJ

[SetToStun]

i'll help you out... i shall be lunching at the rose cottage alciston at least one day this week. i shall be sans spaniel but accompanied by the missus, probably be wearing a barbour, either blue, brown or my new one which i haven't waxed properly yet. i'll be drinking biddendens and winding up the pub parrot and then avoiding the pub cat.

hope this helps.

Sadly I'm a wage-slave these days. Oh the vagaries of life. Like I said, it's now more of a journey than a destination. A philosophical conceit if you will: the quest for the sponging of mook is the quest for what's best in all of us; only by striving to sponge mook will we understand the nature of the sponge and what it is to be sponged ourselves. In a way I owe my inner peace to your staunch refusal to face being shriven by the sponge. Bless you, my son.

[ziggy starbucks]

Its normal and natural that as you get older the desire to dish out a sponging gradually drops. When I was a teenager I would sponge someone at least twice a day. Sponging was at the centre of my mind. One time I was busy sponging when my mum burst into the bedroom with a cup of tea in her hands. It was embarrassing but it didn't stop me sponging relentlessly. Nowadays in my middle age I sponge maybe once or twice a month tops. I spend much of my time either gardening or looking after the grand kids (Avary & Celeste). Life's good, even without sponging.