Our spies have returned and say there is lots of muttering going on in the Old Skool tonight.
"Too many effing chiefs," a Fatboi squealed, "and why should *they* tell *me* who I can reply to or who I must not reply to. We were doing OK until Tony bleeding Wright arrived on the scene with his poncy killfiles. Let 'em have it, I say. Both barrels from me and Neil. That'll chase 'em out of d.l! Cursing and swearing! That's what they need! It's the only thing the f*****ts understand."
An officer named Piers is voicing off about the present policy of appeasement and he seems to be getting some of the privates behind him. There is adefinite split in the camp, oh yes!