Spies. so the score's not settled yet. So spies are on my blog.. perfect I'll give you plenty to read. You want to open the saga up again... be my guest. Anonymous..... coward. You really have nothing to do except think about me? I never ever think about you, except when you but in. But you don't feature in my thoughts or dreams the way I feature in yours. Poor little man. A man with such repressed self-ego. Oh how powerful you think you are. And you think I am taking you up on a fight... no, because you are not important. Yes it's true I must be hitting you below the belt, I am not apologising, I hope it hurts your balls. I am off to take a nap, spy you keep thinking about me... you're making me famous.
