Lmao! I'm not sure how to respond to that?! I guess it's probably the first time I made a practical suggestion though, so you're reply is highly understandable...!
I'll have a chat with old Be'elzebob, see if he can do anything about credit ratings old chap, but I can't promise - he has to find 'bub first, know what.
I was certainly raised in the presence of evil, but we weren't wealthy orphans - had to make do with a small box truth be told. I don't know what it originally contained, but there were printed allusions to some kind of magic whirlpool device on the outside - perhaps it's where I learned my dark magic skills? Or simply where I found the ability to pick locks with paperclips - has gotten me out of the occasional scrape with the law as I aged!
There was another chap who lived in a nearby box as well, he taught me the mysterious art of what one could manage to borrow from pockets, especially when putting various adhesive products to good use. He called the technique "wick-dipping" yet I fear his strange stories actually related to something more nefarious, as he often insisted on placing an old newspaper over his lap when explaining the nuances of dipping one's wick for pleasure. Needless to say I was young and innocent at the time, and he was older than one, and a bit creepy too - Frenchman I believe, ruddy Johnny Foreigner if nothing else.
Anyhow old chap, I have gone on far too much about my sad history, so here's wishing you luck with that paperclip and sticky tape - one has to learn how to dip your wick in a professional manner, say you?
Best regards in your endeavours, and tally ho, rather?!
The Hat
That's the spirit or dark spirit old bean, what what?
Everything is open to comedy, everything can be ripped apart and made fun of, what what
Humour, that's what separates us from Politicians and single cell amoeba.
Toodly pipsky old bean
