Covert Operations

[NotAllThere]

Currying favour, eh?

Last time I was accused of that is when I took the boss out for an Indian, and gave his mare a rub down afterwards.

[Churchill]

Due to public demand, the thread is restored.

Currying favour, eh?

[NotAllThere]

I agree he was a twat but his last effort is the only one I found remotely amusing. So, as a tribute, here it is back in General:...

Due to public demand, the thread is restored.

[russell]

Gricer's post were harmless, unless you accidentally read them and died due to the banality of them.

[doodab]

He'll be back.

Are you suggesting that Gricer is Arnie's secret lovechild and will return in 2032 to save us from skynet? What is he going to do, bore the robots until their batteries go flat?

[AtW]

No, he had a hissy fit and ran for the hills.

He'll be back.

[pacharan]

Did he get banned in the end?

No, he had a hissy fit and ran for the hills.

[AtW]

Did he get banned in the end?

[d000hg]

You have given out too much Reputation in the last 24 hours, try again later.

[pacharan]

Gricerboy's last post

I agree he was a twat but his last effort is the only one I found remotely amusing. So, as a tribute, here it is back in General:

The Team:

Myself and four other Rotarian prospects bedecked in nothing but leather aprons.


The location:

A disused office block above Arthur Leach's greengrocer in Bath. Each signaller to be installed in the recess of a floor length window thus giving the observer a full view of the participant.

The mission:

Using a Rotarian form of semaphore, the performance of a synchronized sequence of apron lifting which will spell out the phrase "Michael Caine's roast potatoes" to the occupants of the top deck of the 203 bus as it processes past the building on its journey up the Wells Road to the Flat Badger.

The target:

Lt Col. Ashton Wickett who will be scrutinising our performance from the upper deck.

Mission objective:

Not to get arrested.

A full debriefing will follow in due course

[MarillionFan]

Please stop.

I think he's stopped.

[doodab]

Please stop.

[Churchill]

Your mockery of the Rotary Club is an insult to the good works they perform.

0/10

[DimPrawn]

Nurse!

He's out of bed again.

[gricerboy]

The Team:

Myself and four other Rotarian prospects bedecked in nothing but leather aprons.


The location:

A disused office block above Arthur Leach's greengrocer in Bath. Each signaller to be installed in the recess of a floor length window thus giving the observer a full view of the participant.

The mission:

Using a Rotarian form of semaphore, the performance of a synchronized sequence of apron lifting which will spell out the phrase "Michael Caine's roast potatoes" to the occupants of the top deck of the 203 bus as it processes past the building on its journey up the Wells Road to the Flat Badger.

The target:

Lt Col. Ashton Wickett who will be scrutinising our performance from the upper deck.

Mission objective:

Not to get arrested.

A full debriefing will follow in due course