Starter motors - difference between car and bike ones

Don't you get bored of attracting all of these issue-filled people like
so many iron filings to a magnet?

 

No, no, this is what gives meaning to Neil Murray's banal life.

He is the editor of Foodnews, a subscription trade magazine that
publishes news of international commodity market trends in dried
fruits, nuts, and fruit juice.

He is extremely bored with his good paying job, so he spends his
leisure time starting arguments with strangers on Usenet newsgroups.

Then he acts like he is the aggrieved party.

Neil Murray will choose a victim in another newsgroup who wants to
talk seriously about motorcycles and motorcycle technology and
undermine every statement.

Once he has gotten his victim to take him seriously, he will cross
post his messages to ukrm, and whatever newsgroup he has invaded will
be taken over by his wanker friends.

I should point out that American motorcyclists are usually older than
"The Older Gentleman" and they are sucked in by his representation of
himself as being older, and inherently polite and gentlemanly.

Neil Murray has suggested that I shouldn't tell the invaded newsgroups
about who he is and what he's doing.

 

It must be the Leonard Street in Hackney, EC2 then. That's close to
High Street.

Thanks.

 

.. wrote:

Now I *know* you're a troll. That's just not possible.
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How could anyone get fed up with knowing they're antagonising full on
idiots? I'm convinced that if winding up lunatics was an Olympic sport
TOG would have more gold medals than Steve Redgrave.

 

TOG's behavior is dysfunctional. He was starved for attention as a
lad, so he
would wet his bed, start small fires, and torment his little pets.

TOG probably grinds his teeth in his sleep...

 

**** off, I think I am older than him !

 

<Boggle>

No, it isn't.

Do you know how many High Streets there are in London, let alone the UK?

Brush up on your stalking, dear one.

 

He's a young punk, no more than 55 years old, and he's been playing
"The Older Gentleman" role for at least ten years.

A police officer once referred to him as "the older gentleman" when
arresting him and a pack of his friends, so he adopted that as a
reactionary nickname to ridicule authority.

There's a picture of the flabby, out of shape Neil Murray here:

http://www.rootsofpeace.org/documen...rade_Mission_to_Amsterdam_RAMP_March_2004.pdf

He always was a duffer (British version of couch potato).

So what if he has to wear a suit and behave himself in public? Any
time he chats with his Limey pals he turns into a smart-mouthed
Cockney.

 

Bwaaahahahahahaha!

This just gets better and better.

Come on, psycho. See what else you can get wrong )

 

Gaidheal wrote:

English isn't your first language, is it?
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Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Paul Corfield

We are of one mind, oh BCB.

 

We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

 

**** me, Neil in a suit !

 

That should change now that Haggis is legal in the United States.

SQ

 

I always thought "duffer" meant a bad golf player (which I am).
But then wtf do I know, I'm a Canuck (and just *think* I speak
the Queen's English).

If I went to Australia and announced that I was a duffer I'd prolly
get busted -- down there it means "cattle thief" (or so sez W'pedia).

SQ

 

Unfortuanately he ONLY speaks in american, a distinctly different
language. He isn't capable of understanding the wide differences
between the two langauges.

 

No thanks I don't swing that way. But thanks for asking. 8^)

 

heh, says YOU. Last time I tried to buy the innards for the reciepe I
was told I couldn't have them...not even the stomach.

 

We make our own hereabouts, from parts acquired from our Celtic
brethren, the Basques...

But, associating an innocent savory puddin' with the likes of Neil
Murray is a disgrace, especially on the day after Rabbie Burn's b'day.

Fair faw your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftain o the Puddin-race!
Abuin thaim aw ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wirdie o a grace
As lang's ma airm.

The grainin trencher thare ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help tae mend a mill
In time o need,
While throu your pores the dews distil
Like lammer bead.

His knife see Rustic-laubour dicht,
An cut you up wi ready slicht,
Trenchin your gushin entrails bricht
Like ony ditch;
An than, O whit a glorious sicht,
Wairm-reekin, rich!

Than, horn for horn thay streetch an strive,
Deil tak the hintmaist, on thay drive,
Till aw thair weel-swallt kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Than auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit hums.

Is thare that ower his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sou,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfit scunner,
Leuks doun wi sneerin, scornfu view
On sic a denner?

Puir deevil! see him ower his trash,
As feckless as a withert rash,
His spinnle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Throu bluidy fluid or field tae dash,
O hou unfit!

But merk the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The tremmlin earth resoonds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blad,
He'll mak it whistle;
An legs, an airms, an heids will sned,
Like taps o thristle.

Ye Pouers that maks mankind your care,
An dish thaim oot thair bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinkin ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if you wiss her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!