Hello mate, hope you are well, i just found your address on my old messages, anyway henry i am in algeria in a place called inamenas, eastern sahara, the weather could be hotter its only 107 he he. there is a shutdown in nov.I am doing my lifting engineer [do i hear you laughing ] if they keep paying the money, ill keep on engineering, the job is ok. 28/28. the elec-engineer is called peter gallagher his b2b is john o donnell, dont know if you have heard of them, where are you mate??? send me a wee note and we can reminice about the good old armada, by the way henry i got 19 at the golf, still too good for martin. i have to go now as its nosh time, good old goats head soup, keep in touch mate. regards john. ps---still got that old banger of a merc---he,he
― banriquit, Thursday, 19 June 2008 16:55 (seventeen years ago)
I write you from a far country in North of Africa It is Algeria and my city is Oran I know you'll find this letter strange That is because I am strange My first name is amal And I'm a girl, I'm a girl, la la la I am a Norweigan boy which have some question I have only 13 years but I am crazy of you Can I have a souvenir? And if you can a lock of hair Send me documents and a photo of you alone Here's my photo dedicece one of you would be canon I worship all your handsome words, to me you seem giant You're so cool but you know that I hope your letters never stop You are surely special I like you, I'm like you, la la la
― Zeno, Thursday, 19 June 2008 16:58 (seventeen years ago)
maybe he mistook you for your more vaunted namesake. easy mistake to make.
― Roberto Spiralli, Thursday, 19 June 2008 17:00 (seventeen years ago)
Messages left on my sons phone...
Hello Mrs Harrow, this is the year 6 supervisor, I'm afraid that Owen has been excluded again and you really need to come in and get him. Could you phone me back on ************. Thank you.
Alright John, this is Gary, just to let you know the security code this week is 'Church' - 'c.h.u.r.c.h' - but any problems and give me a call - you've got my number - I'll leave it you to tell everyone else...
― Ned Trifle II, Thursday, 19 June 2008 17:05 (seventeen years ago)
Message left on my phone; raspy woman's voice: "Hey Faggot. Stop talking shit about the Star Spangled. Have fun in the Hamptons. Faggot."
― Savannah Smiles, Thursday, 19 June 2008 17:24 (seventeen years ago)
usic to thread!
― deeznuts, Thursday, 19 June 2008 17:25 (seventeen years ago)
(xpost) Are you a member of the band Throbbing Gristle?
― snoball, Thursday, 19 June 2008 17:29 (seventeen years ago)
Doorbell rings, I open the door: Woman-who-I've-never-seen-before: "Oh hi, I just called round to tell you that my husband will phone your dad this evening about your roof." Me: "Errrr... OK." (the roof had been leaking, so this seemed reasonable) Woman-who-I've-never-seen-before: "Yes, his name is Mr. Thai-sounding-name." Me: "Errrr... OK, thanks, I'll tell my dad when he gets back this evening." Woman-who-I've-never-seen-before: "Thanks, bye!"
(later)
Me: "Dad, Mr. Thai-sounding is going to call about the roof." Dad: "WTF!?!?!?"
(actually it was funnier in reality, which I suppose could be the punchline of all ILX anecdotes, or possibly just all of ILX...)
― snoball, Thursday, 19 June 2008 17:36 (seventeen years ago)