It really is basic psyops.

That's about 7 or 8 posts form you on various threads, you even started a new thread for "visibility", all frothing at the mouth trying to get my attention. I poked you on the side with a sharp object yesterday and you are seething and reacting.........as expected.

I will take you off the hook and throw you back in the water when I damn well please......






































.....and not a second sooner.

Is that from page 21 of the manual?

melly is looking the page number up right now!

Someone else compared him to Walter Mitty and for sure there is something of that in him but his sheer intensity, lack of humour, hunger for victory and lack of insight puts me in mind of a slightly darker more deranged fantasist like De Niro's character Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver.

Are you lookin at me?

I think he is near the end point of his delusional state and we should expect something big to happen shortly. He will be hearing trumpets blasting calling him home or some other such epiphany.

Melly clearly meets nearly all the hallmarks of a sociopath. It really is a textbook case. Not long before someone sends the men in white coats in, if he isn't posting from a padded cell already that is.

Hide the cutlery.

We're not there yet, I want to enjoy watching you fighting that line a little more.

He is dazed and confused now. Still thinks he is an angler but he can't remember where he put his fish. Is it on the hook or back in the water or more pertinently has he taken his medication and have the bed rails been put up on his bed with him tucked safely in?

Poor poor man. He still thinks he is a master of the universe as he stages a dirty protest at the nurses not giving him jelly for tea.

You'll hurt yourself wiggling so hard.

apparently he excelled with hook line and sinker at basic psyops training.

What is puzzling me is that he is like a dog returning to its own vomit over this angler thing. Has the boy no shame? Plagiarising is bad enough but to do so repeatedly in a vain effort to convince himself that he is still in a game he lost before he left the dressing room is reminiscent of watching your father dance at a party when you were about 15. I simple refuse to believe that this poor soul can function in the real world. Outside of receiving his groceries from the Tesco delivery chap I very much doubt he has any contact with the outside world.

Melanoma

I'll give you a shout when I want you to stop dancing. Kepp throwing out those crazy shapes.

your on the money there eternal.Melly is is quite dysfunctional- on so many levels.

if he is dancing, its sure he's dancing on his own, on an empty dance floor, in a vacant building located in a derelict neighbourhood in a ghost town

And he still thinks the imaginary crowd are garlanding his every move. I'll bet he has a white Travolta suit and a huge medallion over his fake chest hair.

With a respectful nod to The Bee Gee's:

Well, you can tell by the way the melly walks
He's a golden man, no time to talk.
Beans in loft and gun downstairs.
He's got all the suckers in his crosshairs.
And now it's all right, it's O.K.
Cos he will just blow you away.
We can try to understand
The crazy effect of gold on man.
But whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
He's stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
He feels the world is breakin'
And ev'rybody's shakin'
But he's stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.

And due to absolutely no demand I bring you verse two:

Well now, he gets low and he gets high
The price of gold can make him fly.
Got the wings of heaven on his shoes
But when it drops he feels the blues.
You know it's all right, it's O.K.
Cos when it's bad he starts to pray.
We can try to understand
Why the melly is such a gland.
But whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
He's stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
He feels the world is breakin'
And ev'rybody's shakin'
But he's stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.

Sing it brother.

Now he's a dude who rants and strops
But don't forget he's done pysops.
You can't get inside his head
Because up top he is brown bread.
You know it's all right, it's O.K.
Rhymn and reason have gone away.
We can't really understand
The fantasist who ain't a man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
He's stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
He feel's the world is breakin'
And ev'rybody's shakin'
And he's stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.

all we need is the disco mirror ball