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I love you all. I want to wrap you in cling film, snort black pepper, and sneeze all over you! I love you, love you, Love you!!!!!!!!!






Arm xxxxx

Get back in the wheelchair you foolish old thing its 2011 not 1971! And get that effing afro cut changed, they never look good when they're grey! As for the the Kaftan - well it wasn't see-through when you bought it and it definitely doesn't go with the support hose and it makes you look like the ghost of Mama Cass.

Peace and love yeah......

How do you do it Lynton? how do you know these things?
Do you have a hidden camera in my house?!

Your right about the Afo though.





Arm xxx

You are just so funny Arm. I wish I knew what you really looked like.

I love your humour. You seem to 'enjoy life so much' most of the time. Keep on being you. You are a breath of fresh air.

I meant it when I said I would transcribe your writings if you get them onto a cd etc.

LG x x x

Thank you Lady G, I will pm you and maybe we can have a natter about the book. I can tell the story, but putting it down on paper is a problem. Dont know why.

If you can transcribe it, thats great!




Love as always


Arm xxx

Bolox to the lot of you! If you dont want to join in, I shall take my onanistic love elsewhere.

I thought we were going to have an orgy! Am I that ugly!
Do really smell like a racoon? I'm giving my love too the Mormons.....................gits







Arm xxxx

Say, I remember that show. Rowan and Martin's Love-In. It's where Goldie Hawn got started.

I was probably too young to be watching, but I watched anyway.

Peace out. Far out. Groovy.

This just isn't British, chaps.

We are not French, after all.

Colonel Chinstrap
Cheltenham

Excuse me Arm, ah that's better, over a bit stop! hang on, don't move while I shove in this flower. I never new San Francisco could be so exciting! Personally I hate Ashbury he won't join in anything he just stares into space smoking those herbal cigarettes.

Cheers Lynton, I needed that, at least we can boast WE have had a love in.





Arm xxx

Sorry I'm late. But there was a holdup in the Bronx, Brooklyn's broken out in fights, there's a traffic jam in Harlem that's backed up to Jackson Heights, there's a scout troop short a child, and, well, let's just say, that a guy not as cute as Khrushchev is due at Idlewyld.

In other words, Frankie Ballou, I am here. Now if I could just be provided with a place to hang my hat. Whoooh, fellas....not all at once. Maybe buddy up, or something, and I'll see what I can do after I find a match. Oh, I'm sorry, you got one already lit, that's nice. Thanks Arm, don't mind if I do. Ummmmm, verrrrry interesting. Or, as I was saying......here come de judge. In still other words, say goodnight, Dick.

Sock it to, me? What the hell, that's not fair, I just got here.

If I join in will you undulate for me?

rfeed, do you want the expensive Undulation, or the easy jet version? The difference? about 4 inches!


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Arm xxxx

What the hell, he rang the bell, didn't he?

Twice.

And, then once more for the road.

In other words.....welcome ladies and gentleman of the jury to another installment of "Show-Offs'R'Us!"

Look ma, no hands!

Hey, somebody cue the limbo music.

Or, better yet, hey Skoob, give us a hand will ya, queenie wants to jump some rope before all her buddies from Willesden Green show up to, once again, tear the roof off the place.

John, if you dont like this LOVE IN, there is always the alternative. The Onanists club at number 33.



Arm xxxx

Who said I didn't like it? I just thought I'd step out for a sec so I could go pick up Terry and Julie down at Waterloo Station.

And well, who knew that we'd run into the Colonel at Charing Cross? And that he'd feel the all of a sudden need to drag us over to Speaker's Corner just to hear him tear into some poor sap from Sudbury Hill for not coming up with a decent enough brand of constructive criticism to suit his present like-tense sensibilities.

Next time I'll just take a cab.

And maybe a couple more of those little blotter pieces that Lady G. gave me to hold me over until the real fireworks begin.

John, I feel you have let me, and this whole forum, down.

We trusted you, to give a warning speech regarding the implications of casual sex and the mating habits of the suburban socialite in Lower Beading.

This whole sorry situation could have been avoided if you had not spent so long walking the dog with Mrs Pratchet, and that so called best friend of yours, Oscar.

I hope you will redeem yourself by giving us the benefit of your insight into social misconduct within the paramiters of the terraced house in Manchester.


Arm xxxx