A New Game for the GS!!

[tombo@mail.on-line.co.uk (Richard King)]

To my flamers (bless their poisonous little hearts):
 
The GlitchMaster decided to put my entire Usenet feed into the Infinite
Killfile on Friday morning (British-English Real Proper Greenwich Time,
shifted forward one hour 'cos it's Summer), and it's still there.
Therefore, I haven't seen one word of your attacks on me. Bad luck - all
your juvenile efforts wasted, but there ya go - resilient used food, as
they say. Anyway, I couldn't care less - reasoned critiques I will
happily answer; childish spleen isn't worth the effort of reading, and
I'm happy to have been relieved of the need to bother.
 
Keep an eye on your blood-pressures and heart-rates, weenies. Mine's
120/80 and steady at 45 b.p.m - and I'm twice your age. Apoplexy isn't a
funny way to go when you're barely old enough to shave, but I'll push you
there, given time.
 
If this sounds flippant, smug, annoying, and generally snot-nosed - well,
then ... you're getting the point! My generation changed a world and
stopped a war - what's yours got to show for itself?
 
Yours, from Hyperspace
 
Richard King.