> Tell us, Simon, what were the responses from other members of that
> group so that we learn some new English bad words.
Well, unfortunately the list is rather staid; contributors don't show
their anger (there has never been anything like the veritable fireworks
display that Melvyn and Melvin put on for us on Sunday). In fact, they
hardly ever show their faces; if they respond to postings, then in the
main they do so offlist. It's a very boring list: in the eight months
I've been subsribed to it I have learned nothing. Mostly the discussion
revolves around such issues as who will invite Skvorecky to the next
meeting of this or that Slavophilic society in Toronto or Vancouver.
There was, however, one thread that I enjoyed, which was unintentionally
disseminated to the whole group. For those who take pleasure in other
people's embarrassment, I append this choice extract (which continues the
theme of true awfulness):
> > Dear Plopsey:
> > Long time since je ne sais quoi, eh? ...
> > It's CZECHISHLY hot here in New York, they're frying blinis on the
> > sidewalk, say what? You don't suppose these messages are getting out
> > to everyone, d'you sweet buns? Thank god e-mail is so private.
> > Yummy!!
> Hey Elaine, just you wait till Plopsey catches up with you, you might be
> laughing out the other side of your head then, it might last for years
> and years!!
> Yours in fiendish anticipation, Gregor Mackie the Messer/Masseur
I feel sick.