clive gash wrote:...is not what this is, rather a chance for me to draw a line under your unpleasantness as it seems it's BCB disrupting. I assumed that the lack of interest in our game (other than from the chip-chipping of
your my cronies) was down to its lack of universal appeal (and perhaps tacit approval for my de-bagging of you).
In the spirit of good sport I will, after this poisonous thread, desist from pointing out your many inconsistencies for the sake of BCB peace.
Of course my announcement may further rile you, it is you after all Peter, but I will not react. That also goes for the insignificant mewlings of your wingman, I forget his name now, bald chap.
Perhaps you'll use this freedom from butthurt to unleash your fave accusations/conspiracies without reply. How about your thing about aliases (who Peter, who? Name names), or 'skopegate (Peter you denied any involvement before the thought had crossed anyone else's mind. That my cronies delighted in your vain attempt to grasp for BCB glory and prodded you until you squealed, well, the svengali-ing behind that was bloody complicated) or telling people to GROW THE FUCK UP (and then challenging your opponent to chat football as immutable proof of maturity I suppose). Even the mummy's nipples stuff, highly amusing.
Thanks to those who understood the sniggering fun behind my sports, having a giggle with language and form, baiting the dim into announcements and behaviour so hypocritical even the fellows behind the Kissinger Nobel Prize looked askance.
I hope many of the BCB diaspora, bullied off the boards by Peter or simply sick of his belligerence towards others, may return. I'll be where I always am, BCB proud and erect, on my high horse, in my ivory tower, next to my glass house, shouting "Peter" and, as his gormless gob a-gapes, I'll spray my sweet piss all over his upturned face. Figuratively speaking of course, in reality that'll happen, as it has for months, via PMs to my cronies.