> my deepest apologies, i really didn't stop to think about all the
> mental trauma i might cause with my simple grammar lesson to the
> masses (maybe you ain't got that much to traumatise ay sunshine -
> every cloud as they say).

> anyway be sure to wear something bright when you're queueing for that
> bread, and i'll try to remember to toss you some lobster shells to
> gnaw at or a wine cork or two to suck on if i spot you while i'm
> somewhere on the road between the restaurants and all those other
> places i'm able to go to spend my hard-earned and well-deserved (ya
> see i dun sum study wunce) piles of cash.

> maybe you already know of the reality that there are heaps of crap,
> low paying jobs around that are available to anyone regardless of
> background or depth of knowledge or skill. you might not realise that
> some people- if they have the time and the wherewithal - go on from
> these positions to establish themselves professionally and
> financially; in fact some people find themselves in a reasonable
> position from the outset and improve from there. yet some,lamentably
> (as personal experience seems so cruelly to have made you aware) find
> themselves consigned forever to the lowest slopes of the esl sh!?heap
> with little to do but cast the occasional upward and fearful glance
> and the odd howl of despairing envy towards the just-distinguishable
> figures they perceive at the dizzying heights above.

> perhaps i could use music as an analogy...anyone halfwit could - say
> - pick up a couple of sticks and bang things with them, but very few
> have the skill or the application to make a lasting impression...i'm
> definitely much too old for a career in rock and roll though.

> here's looking (down) at you man...

> ...and don't strain your neck.

> unnerstan?

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Ugggghhhhh ... lemme see WHERE to begin...

"Rock-n-Roll," you say? Do you ACTUALLY remember those days, Granddad? To mold a "career" from demeaning positions? Sure, from third swing shift flipper to CHIEF LUNCH FLIPPER! It's a good thing my parents were both Brits; ergo, I can understand that ridiculously COLOSSAL pride of yours! But, to make a long story mercifully short, especially following such an assault of self-justifying poppycock, I have naught but to respectfully borrow a term from our Jewish friends ... one that fits both your attitude and pride to a tee, to wit, S-C-H-M-U-C-K! I'll accept payment for the Yiddish lesson in either Sterling, Euro, or $$$, whenever you can save it from the itsy-bitsy wages you earn in that shantytown where you're employed!

Have a nice day.
The Arrogant One