Mostly, but the mysterious BC15 posting personal details of others isnt on Im afraid.

I like you more and more, you sarky little bitch.

....for the children

I wonder if BC15 is a proxy for a regular more well known user? A sudonym used to protect their normal on-line identity?

How dare you speak of integration, you resident of the mean streets, you chooser of a neighbourhood where the rats have rickets and one is offered sex acts while picking through the grapes for one unnibbled by the homeless? How can you conceive of a future integrated enough to accomodate yourself, the hutch peddlar's victims, each the owner of a people mover, and the hermit, out in the wasteland with only the ghosts of equines for comfort on these brutal nights of September?

A "sock puppet" in webspeak.

No evidence of that. Just someone who pays attention is my guess.

Oh, I assume someone who took the "Where's the Best Place to live in Oakville?" thread to heart. Understandable really, it's hell when people don't properly honour your deep ogee baseboards.

Actually, I wasn't being totally sarcastic. I was wheeling out some well worn phrases from the ol' country. You know, Tony Blair-isms which are even funnier when the people they are directed at loathe him, and each other. Still, we all have to work together for a combined future of prosperity and peace.

F*** them, I need things to be better now....for me. The bloody children can work things out for themselves. It wasn't like this in my day you know, they have it all handed to them on a plate.

Ogee baseboards? I think not. Try crown moulding (OP, not you).

If you or he worked in one of the steel production areas, I would agree.. however, to generalise Hamilton as a hole is to do it a disservice.

Comments like that from someone who has never lived in Hamilton are not particularly useful to the OP.

I cannot conceive of it, perhaps the grape nibbling folk have the right idea. It's not a supermarket...it's a free buffet. I just wish they wouldn't devour all the cherries and then spit the stones back into the bag.

This probably doesn't happen somewhere like Hamilton. The homeless people in the burbs would have to walk for miles through the industrial estates to get to the nearest supermarket.

Edited to add: I jest, I've been to Hamilton. It's alright, wouldn't choose to live there though.

Its more civilised than just spitting them on the floor I think

D'ya think?

Stuff on the floor is often the result of a domestic dispute. I once reached for a packet of havarti cheese only to have to take evasive action to avoid a cantelope being flung at some wronger-doer.

Then there's the queue jumpers. The best way to deal with one of those is to grab items from their trolley and fling them along the nearest aisle. Needless to say there will be much shouting and the family of 12 will then shuffle off to retrieve their goods in shame.

Really, it's worth going along just for the entertainment.

You've cut me to the quick Mister. How dare you diss my base boards. They're a full 8 inches I'll have you know.