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Mrs G. Pinnet
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Date Posted: 15:40:35 06/12/02 Wed
In reply to:
Thomas Blint
's message, "damn fine" on 03:08:36 06/12/02 Wed
You're a nasty man, Mr Blint. I know who you are, don't you go thinking that I don't. I used to frequent your poky try-hard Nicholson's Walk-esque emporium in the days of yonder and I've got a bone to pick with you. I once went inside for a perusal on the lookout for synthetic shrubberies, but you didn't 'ave none. So I ended up handin' over a sum of twenty-three pounds for an "ornate ceramic Christmas tree" wot you was sellin'. The blaady thing only went and blew up after four hours dinnit. Dodgy wiring. One of those cheap Korean imports I suspect. And when I trotted back for me refund, you know what? You'd scarpered. Literally. The whole shop was gone. So mark my words Mr so-called Mr Blint - I'll track you down...and when I do, you'll get a right seein' to, you 'ere me - a right seein' to. Got that? Good.
Mrs. G. Pinnet
8 Algernon Road,
Ealing Broadway
P.S. My 'Usband works for the Gas Board, and e'll knock yer block off when e gets 'old of you. Your block I tell you.
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