Shame on you – is there no level to which you will not sink?

You also added names to the list – I imagine that is an offence.

[Daphne – I solemnly swear, without kissing the cross, that I did not add any names to the list or remove them. I reproduced it exactly as I received it. You may be trying to cover your butt with some of those on the list who may now be very annoyed at you, but I will not allow you to wriggle out of your self-inflicted mess by lying. I am not attributing to you things that you never said, and I deleted your earlier comment only to spare you further embarrassment as you are very clearly new to the world of the internet. But since you insist, I will explain in great detail to your audience here: Victor Laiviera has been busily emailing his group with a Facebook friends link. Because he copied and pasted the wrong link, this being Victor, when you click on it you end up at a log-in page instead of the page he wants you to see. So I hummed and hawed and put on Debono’s thinking-hats and finally worked it out after two seconds, the clue being in his introductory sentence: “Don’t bother about her and what she thinks. After all, just look at this”, followed by the Facebook friends page link. While scouring the internet in search of more information on his favourite person, he had come across my Facebook shell listing, which I described in detail in an earlier blog-post called, unambiguously and with no room for confusion, I AM NOT ON FACEBOOK. Because I know by now how his mind works, I can see that he immediately jumped to the conclusion that here was LITTLE MISS NO FRIENDS. Daphne has no Facebook Friends! Quick, let’s email Martin Baron and Saviour Balzan! Oh Victor, you poor sap. Scroll back along and read why: I registered only to find a friend in San Diego, promptly found her, and never touched Facebook again. I press Delete on all the friend requests that I receive because I consider Facebook to be there mainly so that perverts and seksikin can pry, and it turns out I’m right. As for the depths to which people sink: you’re the one who voted Labour in 1976, 1981 and 1987. So obviously, you’re not exactly hot on principles. Say what you like about me, I never voted to maintain that situation of rampant corruption, violence, and Lorry Sant running the country.]

[Daphne – Oh, him. There’s another funny story to be told there, involving a beautiful chick in silver hot-pants in a nightclub somewhere behind what used to be the Iron Curtain and $50 borrowed off a friend of mine on a press trip. You know, I’m beginning to see a pattern emerging.]

BCC: To send a copy of your correspondence to a third party (for example, a colleague) when you do not want to let the recipient know that you are doing this (or when you do not want the recipient to know the third party’s e-mail address)

This takes the biscuit…

Here’s a little something where to put all the biscuits (gemmajthom gmielhom eh Vic?) when you and your cronies have a spitefest about our dear DCG…

I made it ‘specially for ya…

http://www.freedoglistings.com/pics/02/69_cookjarpoodw.jpg

You’ve already been caught with your hand in the cookie jar but from now on picturing you with your hand in this lovely jar sort of makes me go all Awwwwwwwww