if we talk it open, Thumper, I have a feel that even in your darkest moments, when you touch hell, you're still much better than some of the ever-cheery bright fairies around... your gloom reflects reality, do you really see any hope out there, we're a failing race, time to admit it...

Why... Why... Why... I cry to Lord in anguish, why only the guys rae those who make me happy here... Woulbee and Thumper, you are greater than life... you deserve a Huge, Affectionate, Adoring KISS... but not from me... is one of the girls would do it for me... please good femalish souls...

what boggles my mind, LongHairBiker, is whether people here do not understand my humour, or pretend not to undestand it, or understand it and think it stinks, or do not let me understand they understand it and enjoy it or think it stinks, or do not bother to regard my humour, or too busy to render their humour obscure to me, or really have humour that stinks, or really are challenged by my humour and are pissed, or do enjoy my humour and pretend not to, or really pissed by their humour not challenging mine, or really talk seriously and do not bother me humouring, or really are serious and hiding they are... this is the first part of my question... could you help me solve the riddle...

ohhhh... gosh... that silence is soooooo good... snoozeeee, snoreeeeeee, snooozeeee...

thanks, have to get some work done...

you are blessed with a miraculous insight, LongHairBiker, and this is related to a point raised by you inter alia, indeed I try to curb myself not to try out other's patience. I'm an outcast of a Snobbish British Dating Site run by a Stalinist moderator... comrade Yoseph Djugashwilli instantly suspended my account indefinitely. I must have spoiled the pure Western minds... not going to repeat it. The moderators here should make role models to their peers...

You're profound, LongHairBiker... since you read into people's mind I'tell you something.... minute, the rice is burning...

You see, RandomStranger, from the first the girls here were fiercely picking on my toupee... so I gathered that the toupee was the crux of my transparency... now, in fact, you gave me the answer. You have gorgeous young hair, nobody can blame you for TOUPEEISM, and you still feel transparent... well, I need to re-evaluate, that's definitely more complex, as LongHair suggests...

A minute, RandomStranger... LongAir, I'm surprised, indeed I work on Nuclear Technology, but not in Edinburgh... HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT... KGB or something...

God sent you here, Bless you, RandomStranger, being younger and more handsome than me, may I ask you the same question that was meant to ShadowDog...

I had in mind to ask him something basic, with a view to getting instructive reply, which might have solved my transparency conundrum...

ShadowDog, thanks for your timely appearance, could I ask a personal but not too such...

It goes both ways, ChubbyCherub, testing and being tested... BTW I had my debut on this forum...

TOUCHE !!!!!! LongHair... I proclaim total defeat...

LongHair, your childhood lessons are deficient... there are those who assume craze, just to mingle with the psychos, and research them... I have a mission, told you...

I envy your hair, Mr Farter, it's gorgeous, should be preserved for the make-overs of my toupees...

I envy your hair, Mr Farter, it's gorgeous, should be preserved for the make-overs of my toupees...

Gypsy, let me catch up with you if you're still around. What's your secret... you're permanently here, don't you ever sleep, work, rest, shop, care for children... or have you found the miracle formula for time sharing, sort of Time Wormhole... the worm I can surely see, but I wonder where's the hole...

Again, it's not about my own personal issue. It's time to mature...

Good Lord, the good folks are coming in, and this is my true reward, it pays to be an optimist, let alone Idealist...