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Cobblers.

I would react to the fact that the note had been sent , while completely ignoring the advice contained therein .

The note is one thing, the advice another.

Cheers

And [](http://www.google.ch/imgres?imgurl=http://www.gla.ac.uk/medicalgenetics/2002/021124cobbler.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.gla.ac.uk/medicalgenetics/arrochar_alps.htm&h=640&w=1633&sz=56&tbnid=qttNlFvAzS1woM:&tbnh=59&tbnw=150&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dthe%2Bcobbler&hl=en&usg=__mQnoeThPqGGqegVKQGTsm5RUBCg=&ei=CtldSs77O9jAsgbho62QDA&sa=X&oi=image_result&resnum=6&ct=image) to you too.

You can't completely ignore the advice, otherwise you wouldn't

know that it was advice that you would choose to ignore.

You might choose not to follow any of the advice, but you have

no choice but to react to it in some way.

So there.

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Grating minds think alike?

I'm using the English language as the English use it. You know, the people who invented the language.

The obscure perversions of usage that prevail in the Home Colonies are no concern of mine.

The note need not contain advice.

Just say, "Your whole buck-nekkid body can be seen through your bathroom window. Just in case you didn't know. xoxo"

If I send a note to him, anonymously, he will know it's coming from us, the one above and maybe the one under us.

Now, I'm sure he doesn't know we can see him really really well...

I can see him from my kitchen's window.... I am affraid my cooking will be affected if I still can see him or not...

This is the kind of situation I miss Dougal's uncle advises...

Or say, "Hey that is just like a pen1s! Only smaller."

How do you know it's not Uncle you are looking at..?

Check if he speaks English, if yes introduce EF to him (if he is not a member laready) and we keep this thread hot so that he will see it upon first login and act accordingly

Err...Just stop watching. Thats one peeping tom down.

His member will thank you.

Funny you should mention this, as a pigeon has just flown in, with the following note secreted in its tiny leather satchel:

Good afternoon my dear nephew!

I'm enjoying the lovely spa waters in a location which, although not so far away from your grimy little abode, I'm not at liberty to disclose. It's enough to say that I'm meeting a delicious little Italian filly with some kind of connection to the French government... but I've said too much!

Anyway, I've been getting a little bored waiting for my pool companion (you know what these Italian ladies are like...), so I thought I'd borrow a knee top computer and have a little browse on the inter web. I've discovered this little site you're always wittering on about - it's something like a cross between a women's institute meeting and a lunatic asylum, isn't it? - and have come across a plea for advice by a young lady who is suffering from a crisis of decency and modesty of the most delicate kind.

Needless to say, this is precisely the kind of problem upon which I consider myself uniquely qualified to write, so here's my solution, should you be kind enough to type it up for me (you have little better to do, and womanly skills such as typing are right up your street, aren't they?).

I suggest that the lady ask her husband to purchase and set up a camera, attached to a large cinematic projector. He should train the camera upon the window of the shameless oik who is making such an unwarranted exhibition of himself, point the projector at the side of a nearby mountain, have a quiet word with some willing local scamp with a strong bowling arm and a fondness for shiny shillings, and wait until the horrid little man comes for his fortnightly shower.

As soon as he steps into the bathroom, the young lady's husband should immediately set the camera rolling, whistle the ragged town boy to call him to his duty, turn on the projector, and intently supervise the following proceedings:

The scamp will arrive, armed with a number of pebbles, which he will throw at the shameless fellow's bathroom window until he attracts his attention, at which point he will run, shouting and pointing at the local mountainside, upon which the unpleasant sponge-wielding peasant will be appalled to see his naked, dripping flesh two hundred feet high and in full, living colour, in the manner of that young lady you had that little fling with a few years ago, you remember, the Parker girl, or whatever she was called. I'm sure you can find a picture somewhere on the inter web to show your friends what I'm talking about.

Please be sure to pass this suggestion on. If this doesn't work, there's always Greek fire, but one should always leave such measures until all other avenues have been well trodden, don't you think?

Anyway, I must go. Carla's here. Have a delicious afternoon!

B

I think my Uncle may be talking about this famous picture , which isn't entirely safe for work...

Ref your comment on Weejams comment on your comment on his comment etc,

he's got a point there you know, philosophically speaking you can't ignore advice. You can choose to not act upon it though. Well no, actually you can't do that either, not acting is also an act and therefore you're rather buggered by receipt of the advice in the first place. My advice err, recomendation would be to shower in the middle of a forest, that way if any trees fall over (after perhaps being struck by lightening) you can hear the noise they may or may not make and report to the philosophers that still ponder this question.

So "to ignore" has only one meaning in US English?

I thought it means "not knowing" as well as "knowing exactly" just as in Latin

(the language of the ones who invented the word before the English invented... ok, I will better leave that point.).

Why bother them with letting them know BTW did you enjoy the show

Who mentioned US English?

Who? Never heard of 'em!

I think he means the Romans but then, what they have ever done for us?

I could enjoy the show if I was not mortified by the idea of being in his position.....

Draw a picture using a very thick crayon of a man in a shower - with the words *we can see your willy* in german

..he'll never know it's you