Discussion
Marki said:
If you want a good laugh entirely at my expense, I was going to phone Jackie Stewart about Mrs D's purse - she said it had been nicked in the BRDC clubhouse at Silverstone.
Thank God I forgot!
I had reams of correspondence with JD about business things, tax etc, and shudder at the thought, but no real harm done.
Fell for it hook line and sinker - sorry Flasher - I should have listened to you!
Life would be dull without these little interludes....
P.S. Sorry Ted, I know it was no fun for you.
Well it takes a Man to admit some thing like that Ian
Agreed.
rico said:
Same guy posted on FerrariChat and tricked everyone into thinking he had just bought a 275.
Stupidly he gave details of a famous car which some other users tracked down and found the actual owner.
Voila... one user who stopped posting.
Funny, someone posted recently in the Gassing Station about having just bought a 275 and I immediately thought 'Dokic!!!'.
PetrolTed said:
He pops back from time to time under different aliases despite my warnings....
I was gonna say....can't find any of those posts from the last couple of days. What a complete sadcase. He'd be better off wasting his time looking at dating sites and getting some form of a life.
>> Edited by se6b on Thursday 3rd June 08:47
It was so obviously bollocks from day 1 and with hindsight, I wish people had let it roll; it was a masterful display of stupendous insecurity and utterly compelling every time.
Mrs D was absolutely first class: an extra on the set of 'Roadhouse;' backstage at a G'n'R concert; a petro-property tycooness with a doctorate in metallurgy - for pity's sake - were people not overwhelmed by the burning smell of copious Googlism? Still, going along with it was just as much fun.
I was literally wailing with laughter and derision at the keyboard so many times - fantastic!
The two crowning turds in the water closet for me were as follows:
First, nobody would own two Ferrari 456s - one auto, "for city ambling," the other for "long-legged" euro financial centre-hopping. Joy!
Second, on a routine weekend in New York, luxuriously esconsed in the 7 star Bullsh1t Suite, atop the Waldorf's most Ritzonic Astorian presedentialism, the great JD himself, early one morning, saw fit not to soak up the ambience and order up some champers with his croissants whilst making merry with the delightful Anna, thence to sample the presumably default delights of a certain Avenue's retailing hedonism, no...
...he bloody well posts on here asking if anyone had any good ideas about what to do when in the large apple?
I mean ffs, this guy's an international associate of Blofeld and he's asking PHers for advice on New York? What a w@nker, I've never even left Lancashire!
God I miss it - one of the very best things about PH.
Talking the talk and veritably w@nking the walk. 11/10.
>> Edited by derestrictor on Thursday 3rd June 11:19
Mrs D was absolutely first class: an extra on the set of 'Roadhouse;' backstage at a G'n'R concert; a petro-property tycooness with a doctorate in metallurgy - for pity's sake - were people not overwhelmed by the burning smell of copious Googlism? Still, going along with it was just as much fun.
I was literally wailing with laughter and derision at the keyboard so many times - fantastic!
The two crowning turds in the water closet for me were as follows:
First, nobody would own two Ferrari 456s - one auto, "for city ambling," the other for "long-legged" euro financial centre-hopping. Joy!
Second, on a routine weekend in New York, luxuriously esconsed in the 7 star Bullsh1t Suite, atop the Waldorf's most Ritzonic Astorian presedentialism, the great JD himself, early one morning, saw fit not to soak up the ambience and order up some champers with his croissants whilst making merry with the delightful Anna, thence to sample the presumably default delights of a certain Avenue's retailing hedonism, no...
...he bloody well posts on here asking if anyone had any good ideas about what to do when in the large apple?
I mean ffs, this guy's an international associate of Blofeld and he's asking PHers for advice on New York? What a w@nker, I've never even left Lancashire!
God I miss it - one of the very best things about PH.
Talking the talk and veritably w@nking the walk. 11/10.
>> Edited by derestrictor on Thursday 3rd June 11:19
Mrs Fish said:
Not to mention that she was a 6ft tall blonde texan, living in Derbyshire who drove a bright yellow Ducati and was apparently fast approaching retirement age
That's right: wasn't it the best?
I know 'the dead Tuscan' sketch has been discussed ad nauseum but I'll never forget Flasher's puke snortingly hilarious attack: you could just sense the guy couldn;t stand it any more and he just went straight for the jugular - I creamed myself that day and even sent the sod a congratulatory e-mail - proper 'virtual pantomine' at the time.
Anna's remarkable work on the Grand Prix visit was actually side-splitting: how many PHers wanted to meet her and how many times did 'hive mind central' duck and dive to attempt detection avoidance?
No, it was pure, stand up genius.
The e-version of being in a frighteningly good mood, drinking 8 bottles of Geordie woof-woof and visting Bernard Manning during an Embassy Club marathon session.
Keep 'em coming: those memories are top drawer.
Not wanting to pay for Pistonfest tickets by credit card and wanting to send cash instead? Apparently, there were "concerns for credit card fraud" - no offence Ted, but you might just take my Amex card and spank it to death!!
The outpouring of grief when poor old Jon D forgot how to breathe....
The photos from the Goodwood Festival of Speed mysteriously to be sent to someone called Jonathan **** and not Mrs D.
The "tyres for an M5" thread...
The outpouring of grief when poor old Jon D forgot how to breathe....
The photos from the Goodwood Festival of Speed mysteriously to be sent to someone called Jonathan **** and not Mrs D.
The "tyres for an M5" thread...
Pistonfest said:
Instead of 'outing' him you should have waited to see if he went to PistonFest and done it there...by loudspeaker. Now that would have been funny
More chance of platting fog than seeing him/ her/ them in Stratford I feel........
oh I dunno. Thought the same thing about Tankersley Manor....
mind you, I suppose there were no tickets to that
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