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Posted by: matthewr on 09 October 2003
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Posted on: 16 October 2003 by Markus S
119
BPM is a slow, smoochy ballad for Dev.
BPM is a slow, smoochy ballad for Dev.
Posted on: 16 October 2003 by BigH47
Its as easy as 1-2-2 dohh!
Howard
Howard
Posted on: 16 October 2003 by matthewr
ABC
Posted on: 16 October 2003 by BigH47
Max CCs for Learner M/C (UK)
Posted on: 16 October 2003 by John Channing
Posted on: 16 October 2003 by steved
127 - A more attacking option than 4-2-4
Steve D
Steve D
Posted on: 16 October 2003 by seagull
2**7
Posted on: 16 October 2003 by matthewr
Posted on: 16 October 2003 by count.d
Fiat 130
Posted on: 16 October 2003 by Markus S
Fiat 131 ... think I'll wait for post number 156, though
Posted on: 03 December 2003 by Kevin-W
Thought I'd revive this thread (for the 133rd time) for no good reason.
Kevin
Kevin
Posted on: 03 December 2003 by P
Anyone notice how many people've busted the 3000 post barrier here recently?
Come in number 3!
P
Come in number 3!
P
Posted on: 03 December 2003 by count.d
A classic pair makes impressive stage.
Posted on: 03 December 2003 by john rubberneck
All up for oxford cirus
Stuart
Stuart
Posted on: 04 December 2003 by Markus S
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust,
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 138
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust,
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 138
Posted on: 05 December 2003 by JeremyD
Just one more post to reach...
Posted on: 05 December 2003 by JeremyD
Naim heaven
Posted on: 05 December 2003 by matthewr
Posted on: 05 December 2003 by BigH47
Wallabies score over Namibia
Howard
Howard
Posted on: 12 December 2003 by Kevin-W
Do you think the story thread will ever attain this number of postings?
Posted on: 13 December 2003 by JeremyD
144 degrees F: the temperature of my face on realising that "Naim Heaven" must have been unconsciously influenced by seeing "Naim Heaven +1" on Matthew's site last year. 
Posted on: 14 December 2003 by Markus S
Naim's top A/V power amp
Posted on: 14 December 2003 by JeremyD
A descendant of this:
Posted on: 15 December 2003 by seagull
Maximum break in snooker