This is exactly why my good old friend Trevor (we now each other since 1986 - no, wait a minute, I tell a lie - since 1985) decided to act secretive in here. He is a very shy guy and just told me the other day - we meet every Friday at local japanese restaurant - that he was afraid to reveal himself in here. He feared everybody would ask for free copies of his mag, for test samples, autographs, used underpants of the chief editor or the private address of that cute redhaired that works in the adds-department. Being a close friend, I feel obliged to speak on Trev's (we call him Mr. T)behalf, and I may dare say: please don't ask for discount. And never ever say "Reinemachefrau" when he is around. Thank you for being appreciative of Trev's and my concern.
He Big T, let's try the stewed sea urchin on fried sea grass with dried Blue-fish-flakes tomorrow. Oh, I think it's your time to pay. Don't forget Malta 1996, keep the ol' eye open. Que sera, sera - you know what I mean. Boy, oh boy, I never knew you could do such things with a bicyle pump, boy.
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