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[Sandy Buttcheeks]

I believe I have this solved...you see, Redundant is an anagram of Darned Nut, which Mince most certainly was. It is also an anagram of And Turned...and as we all know, Mince was once someone, "and turned" at some point into someone else, that someone else being An End Turd (can you see the evidence building?). Final nail in the coffin...Redundant is also an anagram of Darted Nun, a famous Scottish hunting "game", long since driven underground and known only to exist to an elite few.

My conclusion...Mince is Roger Kettle.

[Redundant]

I believe I have this solved...you see, Redundant is an anagram of Darned Nut, which Mince most certainly was. It is also an anagram of And Turned...and as we all know, Mince was once someone, "and turned" at some point into someone else, that someone else being An End Turd (can you see the evidence building?). Final nail in the coffin...Redundant is also an anagram of Darted Nun, a famous Scottish hunting "game", long since driven underground and known only to exist to an elite few.

My conclusion...Mince is Roger Kettle.

Brilliant, Sandy, I take my hat [one of several] off to you, even to the point where you had me checking the anagrams, I have read some awesome posts on this forum and had the pleasure of being part of some excellent threads, but this is just masterly.

I agree...Mince is Roger Kettle.

[Mince]

I'm not so sure that Mince could pull off the almost masterly cluelessness that Roger has displayed for so many years.

[Redundant]

I'm not so sure that Mince could pull off the almost masterly cluelessness that Roger has displayed for so many years.

Well that's me totally confused, and mildly embarrassed regarding an erotic dream where a Darted Nun played a significant part, are you suggesting that the brilliant solution produced by Sandy could possibly be...deflection?

[Roger Kettle]

My cluelessness is, indeed, both genuine and unique. I am not Mince. (Scottish joke coming up: My work might be, but I'm not.)

[Mince]

Well that's me totally confused . . . are you suggesting that the brilliant solution produced by Sandy could possibly be...deflection?

Or perhaps it's Peepmaster. Now he is a master of deflection, deception and extrasensory perception. Most who have crossed his path have been left completely bewildered by the experience, feeling they have been set up, dressed like school children, and endlessly ridiculed and played for a sucker, all without any understanding of how to stop it or why it happened.

[Redundant]

Or perhaps it's Peepmaster. Now he is a master of deflection, deception and extrasensory perception. Most who have crossed his path have been left completely bewildered by the experience, feeling they have been set up, dressed like school children, and endlessly ridiculed and played for a sucker, all without any understanding of how to stop it or why it happened.

Wow, and I thought I was clever getting the buttons on my shirt lined up, I think we should go back to "A/S/L", all this cerebral stuff is playing havoc with my ability to dress myself properly, I'll start the ball rolling...my favourite colour is...nine...[pause, a gentle breeze, breathe in, breathe out]...and all is well in my world once again, I think I'll wear the nine shirt tomorrow...

Sorry Roger, that's "Age/Sex/Location" to you, the sex bit is, you'll be pleased to hear, not an invitation.

[Sandy Buttcheeks]

Sorry Roger, that's "Age/Sex/Location" to you, the sex bit is, you'll be pleased to hear, not an invitation.

Nor compulsory...