9.....

Continued......

Mark Twain said, 'I can live for 2 months on a good compliment.' (The man had clearly never tasted a Malteser. He'd have caved in after two hours.....)



Marta was showing her maiden Blip to her mother.

'Who wants to see a headless duckling?' said Dora. 'And why've you just written 'Feathered Friends'? What kind of diary is that?'

Marta sighed. 'It's my first one, Mother. I couldn't think of anything else to write.'

'Clearly. Well don't come crying to me when people are rude to you.'

'They won't be. The Blip ethos is, that you have to be 'excellent' to each other. Nobody ever writes anything nasty.'

Her mother was incredulous. 'Never? No telling people that their husbands could do with a good shave? Or that their dog would only win Best In Class if they entered an ugly canine contest?'

'Exactly,' said Marta. 'you wouldn't last five minutes.'

'That's ridiculous.' Dora thought for a moment, and then asked, 'So what happens if someone is rude?'

'I have no idea. Presumably their comment is expunged!'

'Bloody Big Brother.' muttered Dora. 'Still, at least I know you won't be attacked by the Troggs.'

'The Troggs?'

'Troggs, Troggs for goodness sake. Don't you read the papers? They write very nasty things to complete strangers. All sorts of people have had Troggs bothering them.'

Marta sighed again. 'Trolls, Mother. They're called trolls. I think The Troggs would only cause upset by singing at you.....'