The beginning of the jedi archives. They were never truly a complete library. Alas, twas not to be

Kev:

Symantec Ghost Cast Server.... It's being used in the training centre where I am now, to re-install all the boxes at the end of each course so that nothing dodgy is left on it for a new group.

Check out the pics.... Might be of lovely niceness for you.... Yaa mean....

Let me know what ya think of it.... If I can get a copy, I'll forward it on.

Spec.

l8rs

Phil / Kev:

sit children, let me give you the subject of the day.....

Absolfuckinglutely..................... right on.

Harabsolutelement. straight up.

You are on form Peter.

i doth try my good patron saint of irish lands forbode to penetrate said central areas of the english counties. aghast am i that thou canst handle such said pansy areas.

well, I always said, I've got soo much shite in my head, It's about time some CUNTS came and paid me to pour it on them, maybe on their chest, but only under a glass coffee table. (Got to think of the Hygene for the Kids)

dont think about the kids, you kno how much trouble that got you into last time. :-s

too much shite in both our heads, and not all of it tellable to personages other than those who already know.

Business. Yes. Grant, may take some proving,

thought similar, although as it wouldnt cost that much to set up, probably wouldnt be a major problem anyway.

but with your contacts fingering the asses that need fingering, Yes. Teach, yes, Enthusiasm, yes, poor spelling, yes! Making things cheap for people, Yes, people blowing you while you bestow wisdom, yes. i dont kno whose asses need fingering, but i think everyone sphincters need fingering every once in a while just to keep them lean and ready. bestow wisdom shall i indeed. of the computer literacy kind. in a dr seuss kind of way if necessary. All sounds like a possible idea to me, but I ponder Peter, what do you need me for? You know I know what you know which is what I know because you knew as I knew that we know and it stuck, right to the stubborn shit stains that held your pants together for so many years, so what I'm trying to say all in one shit storm of a sentence is... Where do I come into it?

firstly and most importantly, you would understand why this would appeal to me, and would have some positive input and ideas for such said adventure of your finest little lord lordingtons, and partially because it may involve more than one person. and who to be abetter choice than one who canst speak both steerish, peterish and the queens english no less. thou see-eth? those stubborn stains are now a meer brown smudge, as much wiping and use of vanish hath been applied. for now, my good man, wiping must continue to get the brown smudges to a meer blotch in my minds eye of the days that once were and move onto pastures new where the grass be greener, and the sows be much much much more open to suggestive nods and winks. thou couldst fit into this in many places, like an everchanging jigsaw made form birds pubic hair and sewn together to create a nice rug effect, then cut into squares, jumbled up, and put back together into somethign that looks the same only in a different order.

What are your plans? Do > you not know yet? Would you be a partnershipingtons , flying the flag of knowledge for Barnsley and the surrounding hamlets? Granted, it would be a small flag, but they don't even have a flag, so it would impress them all the same.

my plans are not more than a vague ponderance at the moment, as i have also a couple ofpossibilities for jobbage upon said horizon in the distance not too far from barnsley, south of cardiff, west of singapore, and 2 miles from the infamous japanese sow dairy. flying the flag of the knowledge of barnsley is possibly something i should avoid, but instead create my owrn serfdom, or peninsula and thusly allow myself the royalties and such bestowed becuase of such things, and in which i would obviously need a flag. so much impressedness should arise. partenshippingtons sounds good to me. i dont kno exactly what i would want to do regarding such longly spelt words.

You could do with finding out you target audience, your niche in said market that hasn't been said, and that is why you must find it. The Truth is Out There. Moulder told me. It's not often bread speaks to me, especially when it's that old.

target audience: now this is quite an easy one, my good squire. my godmotherage says teachers need IT training. piece of the proverbial frozen and / or boiled piss. even piss left in a pot and room temperature never felt this good. ya' mean? but also basic training to your doorstep kind of things... like as in cornz can do the pc builds as he does, and to save him hassle of going back to set stuff up and show peopple how to use things, i can get run my skinny posterior over there and charge set fee per hour to set stuff up, show people how to use said instruments or pervese internet pornography, and maybe even drink a cup of tea. the truth be definitely out there, the problem is tracking down a mobile library that can give me this information.

Brian wetting idea: You will have to think of a name for your alleged company. Peter's pant wetting peverse piella prospects. offices in Peckham, Pei-king and Barnsley. I'll even invest in a three wheeler.

brian wetting idea? i'd prefer not to whet brian if truth be told. a thoroughly nice man, although not really my kind of pant wetting substitution for the initial pant wetting ideas that cross my mind when the phrase "wet idea" be spake. named for alleged companiments: erm not even thought about whether i'm going to wear clothes or go au naturel yet my good man. :0)how about Peter's Colon Teaches Personal Computing (PCTPC) no, my colon is actually out of acxtion for PC training, as is busy providing my body with useful functions.

erm. whatever it is would be nice to have two words rolled into one, because thats always a nice way to go about things. 2 become 1 and all that spice girl harold bishopingtons.

The best thing about all this could well be the fact that it can be done whenever you like, depending on what it is that you have to do. What might be the most lucrative idea is find out what schools/ colleges/ unis/ and general places need, then you can set up a pricing structure for a package, and present that to the local LEA @ xx.xx amount per hour, roughly estimate xx amount of hours per school per month, then you can arrange the payment every month diredct from the LEA, amount depending on how many hours, in how many schools that month, and it could be a semi-permanent set up from there.

i figure the best way to figure out what i can / will want to do is to speak once or twice more with haileybailey the god motheringtons du pierre singh and ask her advice, as she hath fingers in apple pies around barnsley and surrounding areas of interest.

Problem, this could pan out for 12 months or more, but not as a full job, not without knowing where a possible next customer could come from. You could be a supply admin/consultant/engineer available for any amount of time. The $$$ could be there, but the security and the stabilty aren't. Something on the side, Yes please, permanent contract, definatley, give up everything to depend on that as your only source of income, unlikely.

agreed. a part time job would be ideal, say three days a week then i can still do possibly the open uni courses and things i was thinking about, and still have time for friends, family, girlfriend, and this whole she-bang

That however, puts things in much more prospective. Should you be able to negociate suitable working times/durations, you'r wanking all the back to the back.

ill be wanking from here to there, then back again. then all the way around the houses. and up and down the garden. then ring a ring a rosies. then i would lose myself in the music the moment, you want it, you gonna never let it go. because ill still be wanking all over my good self in teh permanent bliss of my little own confined paradisingtons.

Best thing is. hadly any set up costs. Knowledge, check, more knowledge, check, experience, check, spectacles, check, testicles, check, wallet, check, watch, check. Contacts, needed, public awareness of you, needed, word of mouth, needed.

word of mouth not a problem. i've just got to stop them from spreading those rumours i set going a while ago, and ask them to spake of our worldly computing knowledge. we can even now between us do linux and solaris, as well as every version of windows since the dawn of bill gates crack. except for any version preceeding 95 as they were are barry, harold, brad and douglas. except NT, but that now stands for not technology as wel have passed thoroughly speedily into a slightly better if not more slightly usable versions of said little lord operating systemage. damn it, where are my spectacles.

It's sounding good Peter, but what is your idea? We'll disguss this over some Kentucky fried Peter.

the kentucky of your finest peteringtins is a thoroughly good call my liege. whenst willest thou be near one? i shall see thee on the weekend to discuss said matters possibly at tobias derriere singhs partay of the house kind.

Goodnight, god bless,

MORNING! god doesnt bless, he just likes to cum on peoples faces.

many thanks,

muchos straw bottoms

in advance,

in reverance,

The Lord of the Dance,

--G. ;)

Peter, Mr. Steer, Phil and My good friend Tom Singh (he's my parrot)

--[pd]--

Phil:

indeed squire, compost manufacturing states across the world dance a silly dance daily in anticipation of this forthcoming event. the parrot had two choices

1. be called tom singh and be thoroughly yorkshire
2. be called tom singh and be thoroughly indian, or in fact
3. not be either, just to piss on peoples bonfires, destroying their perceptions of my obvious sense of humour.

:0)

yaaaaaa'mean?

proper bo i tell thee

as for the archives of the jedi order... they can steal not our literature. for they must be placed upon special stone tablets inside the temple of habjag dalliwell, near the petrol station on the corner. the one just next to that decent kebab shop. and rest it shall. peacefully amongst the birds and bees and bushes and trees. as long as the bush is trimmed nicely though, as many a wise man doth say that too much anti-trim meaneth too much plucking of pubic hairs from out of said teeth afterwards. and tis not good.

peter dimitrius singh

(and tom singh)

Phil:

good afternoon brother.

cease ye must with said proverbs in my presence. tis not that i dont condone you as much as i do enjoy them muchly, and with enjoying them muchly do i enjoy them much. but condone is such a nice word, i prefer condemn. or repremand. or discombobulated. although that last one does sound quite jolly all the same. mneh

the indian parrot, tomjinder singh, he doth MC like a supreme DJ. bit squawky from time to time, but his excellent lyricalness doth hide from my ears the terrible pitch at which he doth rap / mc / squawk.

indeed, panjabi MC avec les theme du rider de la nuit.

tomjinder, unfortunately is not from barnsley, although he sometimes believes he is. probably the knock on the head he recieved as a baby. his mother does have an extremely gaping bum hole, he fell out and the egg cracked a little too early. but he is actually from cardiff.

but his dad is from barnsley. and his aunt and uncle are from singapore and japan, and also partly north korea. i was never sure how that werked. but it doth. i agree because as of yet i have no way to prove them otherwise, and it really isnt that important. i mean, i have two choices. one) believe a parrot. and not bother to investigate due to my extrememly lazy nature, and two) do you know how hard it is to track down parrot birth certificates????

and thus, Peter Dimitrius Singh [KNR], and Kevigula Mariella (Frostrup) Sesame Gallaquar [Reverand.] shall seek out the evil upon this planet and with big pointy teeth and scary stares shall scare it back to whence we told them to bugger off to. and we shall become champions. of the tournament. of the people. and of ourselves. i dont know what that means but it sounds like the beginnings of an oscar speech. and it was so, the children of the world did agree. and the lambs, and the sloths, and the playful deer, and the horny antelope, and the schizophrenic epileptic bat, and the vertically challenged giraffe, and the carp, and the breen, and the cod, and the anchovies, and the cereal, and the wheat, and the budvar, and the cheeky ladies, and the pornstars who like to fill every hole, and the dirty old men, and the vicars, and the teachers, and the students, and the queens mum back from the grave. in fact everyone except the politicians and bill gates. they can go and rot in a nice smelly NCP carpark lift which someone pissed in the corner in and even the cleaners wont wipe up the stains.

a nice man came to the village the other day and offered to plumb in some electricity. apparently the burns will heal, but the children might be scarred forever. apparently, there are these things called airplaynes or summat that actually make you fly. you could have done with something like that. so could we three green peas with cheese. you see?

but the most prominent feature of this small, western civilisation be the great wall of bangcock, where many inately dopey men smash their penile shafts against a brick wall. funnily enough there is a place in like singapore or somewhere that has a similarly named place. i think that they called it that becasue you have to be careful who you have sex with there. something to do with if you miss the bum hole, then you hit someones cock with yours. or so i hear. i mean personally i owuld prefer a complete female, not just half of one. a hermaphrodite might be someones idea of a good time, but i believe its always better to go all the way or dont bother setting off. i mean would you travel half way to barnsley fpor a trip to barnsley and then go home without completing your trip? course you would.

i mean, shite, no u would go. but onyl to stare at it from the outskirts. if you venture in, someone might steal your poo. like bob, the man in my bog. he dwells beneath, he steals my poo!

i feel i digress somewhat, i must desist this playful jovial banter my colleague, and brethren reverand gallagher. for this i apologise, and now regress to my former state of mind. i call it texas. it's vast, open, bit dusty, quite warm. and theres nothin in there. but at least when the decorators get in there, i can be assured of a warm, airy convenient place to store my thoughts, stacked high on shelves, and in cupboards. especially in those nice little tea cups i saw at my grandmothers house before the bomb exploded in my pants, and i ran screaming to the bathroom to check that my private parts were still intact. i was safe, the blast had not reached as high as my head. blessed are the cheesemakers.

and now, i depart. for pastures afar. namely; round the corner.

au revoir garcon, je ne parle pas francais. je suis desole. j'ai oublie.

oui. les oiseaux dans ma chambre et le chien blanc doth sing.

good bye, good night, and of course good morning

hello.

Peter Dimitrius Singh (esq.)

Tomjinder Dalliwell Singh (sir)

peace