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And OP was given credit. Truly a sign of the before times
This comment was thought up by me and me only, do not steal
And OP was given credit.Truly a sign of the before times
This comment was stolen by me and only me, do not resteal
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Hey you can’t do that!
Where is the internet police when you need them
Sorry you gotta be internet rich for the internet police to give a damn.
Damn, you make me feel old. However, you could also phone it in, no need to get the postal services involved.
(Ofcourse the postal services were also responsible for the phone network back in the day, at least in the Netherlands)
And OP was given credit. Truly a sign of the before times
Especially since you could just look into a phone book and get the damn address of a lot of people if you had a name
That’s why you sign it as Ena B. Madeupname.
Edit: TIL the origin of this joke:
At one point the magazine printed many letters from a reader named “Ena B. Maxwell”, of “Headington Hall, Oxfordshire”, the real-life address of Robert Maxwell. The letters were written by the Private Eye editorial team, and the pseudonym was attached to suggest that he was writing to the magazine under an assumed identity. The letters were careful not to make any legally actionable claims, instead containing material that was impertinent or absurd in order to ridicule Maxwell. “Ena” still makes occasional appearances in the letters column with varying surnames. Maxwell himself was “Cap’n Bob”, a mocking reference to his ownership of a large yacht and regular appearances in a ship captain’s cap, and to his former rank of captain in the British Army.
In grade school, I couldn’t figure out a homework problem that was due the next day. I called everyone in my town’s phone book with my teacher’s last name to hunt them down for help.
To my teacher’s credit, they did help, but I’m sure that’s one of the many reasons why we don’t have a public directory of PII anymore.
