The ILE in-crowd goes on curry-snorting wife-swapping tape-felching orgies all the time. I feel very left out.
― The Dirty Vicar, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sean, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― fred solinger, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tom, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nude Spock, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Richard Tunnicliffe, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― David Raposa, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ronan, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― your null fame, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Besides, I've always empathized with the outcasts and loosers. But, hey, if I'm in, I'm in. And I shall use my power and influence for the purpose of GOOD.
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
This doesn't happen to anywhere near the same extent with the US people, if at all.
― jel, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Oh, Tom, that just proves how out of the in-crowd you are. I can't walk across the street without running into at least a dozen ILE- lovers who shower me with roses. You just wouldn't know about them because they just lurk here and then we make fun of everyone on our super-private mailing list. I'm so in that you can't even tell how in I am.
― Nitsuh, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dan Perry, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mitch Lastnamewithheld, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Bill, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
A tiny silver lining: At least I have one truly unique quality. ;^/
― j.lu, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Lyra, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
i would like to think that i'm part of the nylpm massive since i've written for ft, but mostly i just feel like an uncouth interloper.
― jess, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― scott p., Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Billy Dods, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Yes.
Ah, fuck it, I think I'll just go back to lurking...
― emil.y, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Frank Kogan, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― di, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
All this talk of curry makes me miss my little shop under my workplace this summer.
― Mr Noodles, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
On the other hand, I really don't know what 'tape felching is'. Perhaps it's better that way.
― Kim, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I worked with Tom for quite a while, but otherwise I am too scared to meet so many 'new people' en masse. So count me 'In Through The Out Door'.
― Andrew L, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kate the Saint, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― nathalie, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dave q, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― stevo, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ronan, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nick, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nicole, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Officially the worst insult, ever.
Oh, and we're about 400 posts away from 50,000.
― Tom, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― the pinefox, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― palpable, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I have indeed met Nathalie before, and it has never hitherto been my complete misfortune to have encountered such a consummate bitch and consequently I have lost all faith in humanity. Since our fateful meeting I have shunned all contact with the civilised world, travelling through the wilderness swathed in a mud caked loincloth armed with nothing more than a solar powered laptop, ekeing out a subsistence living from the fat of the land, surviving solely on a diet of wild berries and edible fungi.
― Trevor, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)