Mike Golby...
Yeah right, Mike.
From: Mike Golby
To: Gary Turner
Subject: RE: Bite Me
Date: Sun, 11 May 2003 20:25:44 +0200
I've just recovered from what might mildly be described as a laughing fit. Well, it could be termed laughing if you removed the wheezing, grunting, moaning, and explosive spasms wracking my diaphragm. God, my keyboard's a mess. Ah, yes, Gary, I have missed your company. Sorely. But such is the nature of blogging. I don't know where you get your shit from and cannot compete in open competition with you.
And therein lies a final, damning admission. Golby is wise to admit defeat, even if he chooses not to do so openly in public, for Steve Himmer has switched sides and is meeting with me this week, probably at my Chukka Bar headquarters. After an unsightly induction he'll be packed off back to the States to spread the word.
Quietly and with a determined will, I have been secretly drawing my plans against Golby (and his side-kick Paynter), and Steve Himmer's recruitment is the final, critical piece of the jigsaw. A jigsaw that will finally see the downfall of the Broadband Blogger and all that he stands for. Go back to your homes and hide under your kitchen tables. Or something.