I imagine. That you imagine, myself imagining, Brian Howard imagining talking to me. Imagining that JCR imagined that he didn't want to be here. Imagine my bewilderment, at you imagining me imagining that I'd seen Brian Howard in Retro (of all the places...). Imagine that. Imagine my dismay. Imagine. Shall we make a song? Oh, I think someone already did... Never mind.
I wondered how long it would be before you stuck your nose in. Just couldn't resist, could you? To paraphrase Casper: "Chortle, Chuckle & Guffaw"...
RE: I imagine. Poet Howard no longer plays for Barnsley and tells losers like you little untruths to keep you entertained. Grow up
I only do it to get you all riled up. You're like a pitbull, all backed up into the corner, hair on end and stuff. Just calm down a little Loko; you'll be fine.
That's even more baffling than the original post But I'll take your advice on board and lose my pitbull like attitude.