What charming little conversations you had with your Mother. Thank you for explaining your poem to me without your guidance I feel I would have spent weeks blundering around, like a visually impaired person with a dead guide dog, to find the connection between purple fingers, the poems title and the recent election in Baghdad. Having explained it to me in such a gracious manner I wonder whether you could provide further elucidation; why is the recent election in Iraq a stain upon Mr Bush and his caddies, I would have thought, naively perhaps, that the recent election was the one good thing to have happened in Iraq since the war rather than a further colossal infraction for drug addled lefties to beat up the Bush adminisatration. Furthermore, I am glad voting your dreary dross a one has annoyed you, that is entirely the reason I gave it to you.

No problem. Though aren't you a little concerned that your only defence against my attacks on womankind consisted entirely in a defence of the intricacies of embroidery? While I have no problem in equating WOMANHOOD with EMBROIDERYHOOD, I'd have thought you'd be more discerning.

Stephen you have made no secret of your dislike for my work which is fine. I do however think voting this a 1 is futile why not just change it to a zero? Also do you actually understand it. Purple fingers = voters Caddy's is dual meaning a) golf which our braindead Mr Bush likes to play and b) his political allies such as Blair. Admit it, you understand this as much as men understand women? As my Mother used to tell me - men with big pricks act big pricks So which one are you? big boy or weener boy?

Well even if it did happen, it would hardly be a telling indictment against the cool rationalism of the atheist's mind. It would merely reinforce the old cliche that religion is a byproduct of fear. It isn't a byproduct of fear, by the way. It's a byproduct of the FACT that a man was born, with a beard, who after being crucified in nothing but a pair of sandals, came back to life and was thence able to turn invisible and walk through walls.

To elaborate: The role of our Anglican God is to defend us from the wickedness of the islam and the buddhist Gods who stroll around wreaking havoc with droughts and Tsunami's. The Christian Lord is strongest where the faith is strongest - notice how few natural disasters befall the British Isles and any natural commotion, such as the earthquake which ravaged Birmingham with a richter scale reading of 4, center on areas where the faith Anglican God is not strong.

"no atheists in foxholes" Some Xtian once said this, and Xtians ever since, in their fashion of repeating things that sound to them like they should be true as though they were true without any regard to whether they actually are true, have parrotted it. What evidence can you cite that atheists stop being atheists in extreme circumstances? There is no such evidence; it doesn't happen. It's Xtian bullshit.

So?

Firstly most chimps are cleverer than most humans. Secondly, they're clearly not, they are only cleverer than 50% of all humans that 50% being of the female genus. Thirdly, I should like to try surviving in a womans enviroment filling my fat face with chocolate sitting on a sofa reading a glossy magazine. Fourthly, I would not hold up those males who have succeeded at surviving in a woman's enviroment as cleverer, more useful, orbetter than me, for example Nadia from Big Brother has a lower iq than me, is a hideous mess and would lose to me in an arm wrestle.

Well, now I'm telling you. One of the most famous lines of poetry ever goes "She walks in beauty, like the night". That you've independently created a line of poetry almost exactly like it probably means you're a staggering genius. Unfortunately for you, Byron beat you to it by about two hundred years. Now it's your responsibility to change yours, especially since Byron can't very well change his, having been Greeked to death before your greatgreatgreat grandmother was born.

I can never follow any subject you're discussing. Everytime I think I have, you say "you've missed the point" and then start arguing something totally opposite.

I have no idea what you're talking about. I was talking about the jazz singer Nina Simone.

But once again you've written a poem that accepts God but dismisses the likelihood that if there's a God then He's created a Nuders' Paradise in the Beyond and everything He destroys gets to go there free. YOU CAN'T DO THAT.