GOOD TO BE BACK...

Yes folks it's good to be back. I am refreshed after my sojourn in Brighton.

Now over this controversy that has blown up over that photo sent by Detterling: the best thing I can do is post the original unedited email (and responses).

Herewith:

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Saw this picture, thought of you..... Inbox James Woodforde <kochel525@gmail.com> Sat, Jul 27, 2019, 6:18 PM to me Attachments area Bobby Slingshot <bobbyslingshot8@gmail.com> Fri, Aug 23, 2019, 9:26 PM to James Detterling your email has caused me a lot of distress. How could you send this to anyone - let alone a friend? Last week I had coffee with Tony of the big saloon and Mary W. at Harris and Hoole in the High Street. They both gasped in horror when I showed them your email. You'll be hearing from me. GENE On Sat, Jul 27, 2019 at 6:18 PM James Woodforde <kochel525@gmail.com> wrote: James Woodforde <kochel525@gmail.com> Fri, Aug 23, 2019, 10:56 PM to me Oh, come off it, you smarmy, attitudinising ponce - " a lot of distress" my arse [or rather your arse].  Since when did you - the nastiest man I have ever come across - start being so tender-minded?  It's a picture of an anal sphincter from a medical textbook - we've all got one, even you.  As I said, I saw this pictuire of an arsehole and I thought of you - just a piece of good humoured banter in the spirit of light-hearted to and fro, as you would no doubt call it in your usual greasy self-exculpation when you write filth about other men's wives.   And did your friends clutch their pearls as they "gasped in horror" and reach into their reticules for the smelling salts?  For fuck's sake, what do you take me for?  Who are you - a man who, with malice aforethought, writes filth about buggering other men's wives and then laughs about it - to pretend to finer feelings? And if by "you'll be hearing from me" you are referring to the non-existent list of wind, piss and flatulent nonsense designed to frighten me iinto allowing your blog back on to the internet, forget it.  When I designed my scheme for dropping you in the shit I began by asking myself how I would behave if I were a conniving, unscrupoulous blackmailing bastard like you and went on from there. You can't get round it. Remember two things: [a] start pestering me again and the letter to Marianne goes into the post; [b] your blog stays down and you stay in the clear; you bring it back and you are in the shit. Sod off. Bobby Slingshot <bobbyslingshot8@gmail.com> Sun, Aug 25, 2019, 6:03 PM to James ' … about buggering other men's wives and then laughs about it' I've had about enough of this.  This never happened.  Got that? Indeed when I received the original email from you, accompanied by the appalling photograph, my first reaction was to believe that this was apropos your false claim that I had sodomised Delia.  Look! What I wrote was clear and concise. I wrote that: I had asked Delia to turn over onto her hands and knees. I then mounted her from behind Doggy-style. I also mentioned that the Doggy position was Delia's favourite. Thus there was never the slightest hint or suggestion of sodomy. I realise now that the motivation for sending me that email does not involve Delia or myself. It is all about you ginger nephew. You email is a tortured cry from a soul consumed by grief, remorse and guilt. Why so? I hear you ask. It's all to do with the counselling you gave your gay nephew when he approached you as a teenager confused as to his sexual orientation. You counselled him, but you neglected to advise him on something extremely important. You did not give him advice on the dangers of taking it up the R. Sewell - the moral, spiritual, medical and psychological dangers. Your guilt overwhelms you. Detters you will be hearing from me. GENE PS  All day, all night Marianne Down by the seaside sifting sand James Woodforde <kochel525@gmail.com> Sun, Aug 25, 2019, 10:38 PM to me   … about buggering other men's wives and then laughs about it'  I've had about enough of this.  This never happened.  Got that? And your madness now extends to discussing with me this issue AS THOUGH IT HAD ACTUALLY HAPPENED - what kind of psychotic do you have to be to do that???? And what kind of psychotic do you have to be to adduce the following as evidence for your argument? I had asked Delia to turn over onto her hands and knees. I then mounted her from behind Doggy-style. I also mentioned that the Doggy position was Delia's favourite. Thus there was never the slightest hint or suggestion of sodomy. So that makes it all right, does it? You didn't claim to have buggered my wife, but to have fucked her from behind, a reasonable and acceptable thing to have done; SO THAT'S ALL RIGHT THEN, IS IT?  Jesus CHRIST, you stupid, psychotic oaf. Your narcissism has finally curdled into a dangerous pathology. And as for this diseased nonsense - I realise now that the motivation for sending me that email does not involve Delia or myself. It is all about you ginger nephew. You email is a tortured cry from a soul consumed by grief, remorse and guilt. Why so? I hear you ask. It's all to do with the counselling you gave your gay nephew when he approached you as a teenager confused as to his sexual orientation. You counselled him, but you neglected to advise him on something extremely important. You did not give him advice on the dangers of taking it up the R. Sewell - the moral, spiritual, medical and psychological dangers. Your guilt overwhelms you. - the most charitable conclusion I can draw is that you are pissed out of your head again. You have invented a situation which never took place and drawn conclusions of ridiculous falsity from it.  It is insanity with which it is impossible to engage, as well as demonstrating anew your obsession with anal sex [homosexual for a change - does this perhaps signify a subconscious desire on your own part to be buggered?]  In point of fact, I have no idea how my nephew and partner express their sexuality physically, for the simple reasons that [a] I am not interested in how anyone expresses their sexuality and [b] it is none of my business - any more than it is yours, you dirty minded, interfering, prurient old sod.  Come to think of it, only a repressed shirt-lifter would harp for so long and so often about homosexuals and obsess so much about sodomy.  Is it, perhaps, time that you minced out of the closet Gene? . But however any of that may be, all this crap stops - NOW - or Marianne's letter will go in the post special delivery for addressee only first thing on Tuesday morning [with this email exchange added to it]. I am sure she will be as staggered as I am by your saying that your claim to have fucked my wife from behind was perfectly acceptable, whereas claiming to have buggered her wasn't.  I have had enough of your demented whining, whingeing and pestering, and if it goes on I will drop you in the shit without further warning.  OF COURSE IT NEVER HAPPENED AND OF COURSE I'VE GOT IT, YOU STUPID BUGGER - but it's such a sure-fire way of winding you up though that it saves me the trouble of thinking up fresh ways of taunting you. Indeed when I received the original email from you, accompanied by the appalling photograph, my first reaction was to believe that this was apropos your false claim that I had sodomised Delia.  Once again, that was what I meant you to think, you demented dirty minded bastard. And your madness now extends to discussing with me this issue AS THOUGH IT HAD ACTUALLY HAPPENED - what kind of psychotic do you have to be to do that???? And what kind of psychotic do you have to be to adduce the following as evidence for your argument? I had asked Delia to turn over onto her hands and knees. I then mounted her from behind Doggy-style. I also mentioned that the Doggy position was Delia's favourite. Thus there was never the slightest hint or suggestion of sodomy. So that makes it all right, does it? You didn't claim to have buggered my wife, but to have fucked her from behind, a reasonable and acceptable thing to have done; SO THAT'S ALL RIGHT THEN, IS IT?  Jesus CHRIST, you stupid, psychotic oaf. Your narcissism has finally curdled into a dangerous pathology. And as for this diseased nonsense - I realise now that the motivation for sending me that email does not involve Delia or myself. It is all about you ginger nephew. You email is a tortured cry from a soul consumed by grief, remorse and guilt. Why so? I hear you ask. It's all to do with the counselling you gave your gay nephew when he approached you as a teenager confused as to his sexual orientation. You counselled him, but you neglected to advise him on something extremely important. You did not give him advice on the dangers of taking it up the R. Sewell - the moral, spiritual, medical and psychological dangers. Your guilt overwhelms you. - the most charitable conclusion I can draw is that you are pissed out of your head again. You have invented a situation which never took place and drawn conclusions of ridiculous falsity from it.  It is insanity with which it is impossible to engage, as well as demonstrating anew your obsession with anal sex [homosexual for a change - does this perhaps signify a subconscious desire on your own part to be buggered?]  In point of fact, I have no idea how my nephew and partner express their sexuality physically, for the simple reasons that [a] I am not interested in how anyone expresses their sexuality and [b] it is none of my business - any more than it is yours, you dirty minded, interfering, prurient old sod.  Come to think of it, only a repressed shirt-lifter would harp for so long and so often about homosexuals and obsess so much about sodomy.  Is it, perhaps, time that you minced out of the closet Gene? . But however any of that may be, all this crap stops - NOW - or Marianne's letter will go in the post special delivery for addressee only first thing on Tuesday morning [with this email exchange added to it]. I am sure she will be as staggered as I am by your saying that your claim to have fucked my wife from behind was perfectly acceptable, whereas claiming to have buggered her wasn't.  I have had enough of your demented whining, whingeing and pestering, and if it goes on I will drop you in the shit without further warning.  Take heed, you smarmy little ponce. And remember: Your blog stays down and you are in the clear. Your blog comes back and you are in the shit. GOT THAT?