==Doylum13 Sep 2002

Why would you delete my sage words? were they not worthy? I spent many a precious second whittling then from the bones of my lately deceased uncle Diarmuid. God rest his soul. His life was filled with the dark black goodness and an occasional tootle pon the whistle of merryment(stop your filthy thoughts). How i hated him so. If you had written this dirge a moment sooner i could have read it at his wake, but he might have with sheer exasperation at the triteness embodied in my carefully chosen homily