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Chewing Wax:
Yes. Thank you. Are you waiting for a reply?
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 12:42:14 pm)

Cushca:
Well I wouldn't bloody mind.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 12:44:06 pm)

Detlef Sping:
Meat.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 12:45:33 pm)

Chewing Wax:
I just had a meat sandwich.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 12:46:31 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Now I'm feeling queasy.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 12:46:54 pm)

Detlef Sping:
what kind of meat?
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 12:52:41 pm)

Detlef Sping:
It might be meat memory, the meat remembers when it was running free and now it pines for the meadows of Switzerland, maybe.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 12:54:40 pm)

Chewing Wax:
It was a "loaf" sandwich. I'm not sure what kind of meat.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 12:54:42 pm)

Detlef Sping:
I see, a loaf. that might not have much of a memory.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 12:58:46 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Or a bunch of different memories all fighting for a different sort of thing.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:04:08 pm)

Cushca:
We don't have "loaf" made of meat here.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:04:42 pm)

Cushca:
I've sent you another e-mail. Do you see that?
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:05:25 pm)

Chewing Wax:
No meatloaf in England? I've replied.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:09:46 pm)

Cushca:
Back at ya.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:14:13 pm)

Cushca:
I'm going home in 10 minutes, so if you're going to reply, you'd better do it bloody soon.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:21:20 pm)

Cushca:
No. No meatloaf. But we have kebabs which are of uknown origin. Do they count?
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:28:22 pm)

Chewing Wax:
No.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:29:11 pm)

Cushca:
Have you replied, or shall I go home?
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:29:34 pm)

Mrs Dr GB:
I think we should kill her.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:30:02 pm)

Chewing Wax:

It wasn't much of a reply.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:30:14 pm)

Cushca:
I haven't got it.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:30:47 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Maybe it got shot down in the North Atlantic.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:31:43 pm)

Cushca:
Kill who?
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:31:54 pm)

Mrs Dr GB:
Well: that's my contribution. I think we should kill the junkie skeezebag. And now I'm going. Goodbye.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:31:55 pm)

Cushca:
Bye Bird.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:32:04 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Is she a real junkie?
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:32:17 pm)

Mrs Dr GB:
Oh! You're there. The junkie skeezebag. I saw your eloquent monologue earlier. You should record that on your voicemail.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:32:21 pm)

Cushca:
Yes. Yes she is. And she's dirty. I never once heard her brush her teeth in the evening. Only ever in the morning. Dirty.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:32:44 pm)

Mrs Dr GB:
But really: I'm going. Don't forget, Bird, to get your travelcard when you get home. Put it in your bag. For tomorrow.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:32:54 pm)

Cushca:
Yes. Yes I will.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:33:04 pm)

Cushca:
I have instantly forgotten.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:33:09 pm)

Cushca:
5 seconds. Not bad.
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:33:17 pm)

Chewing Wax:
I heard a thing on BBC about how terrible the trains have gotten there. Is that true? Are they late all the time, and the trips are longer and crowded?
(Mon Jan 14, 2002 - 1:33:50 pm)