Holmes to WAtson. -- interesting case here on the internet, mystery of a mans id, odd clues here n there. Better get ourselves down to Southampton for a ship to Canada .
Before we go get all the info you can from power station makers along with chain link fence makers-oh- and a copy of Hans Anderson fairy tales to be on the safe side. Meanwhile I need to think a little further while you are out.
He lights his pipe with his special herb mix and drinks more of his special mushroom flavoured tea with the ones he picked up earlier -- mmmm let me see .
He starts ellimating the suspects one by one,
No, no, can't be any of them on the west of the Pennines , all there is over there is one big bream in a mere somewhere so no, not them.
John Step saying all the ATs are in polythene wraps , no, a false lead up some garden path in deepest Lincolnshire on a foggy night.
The crow maybe? Mmmmmm, a dark horse there, might come back to that one later.
Flightliner? Allways popping up with roach piks hemp n taring but they,re most likely caught by Binka who's swapped his head for flights on his computer.
Binka maybe? No, never heard of a massive roach on a bobber.
By now Holmes's pipe n tea we're having some wierd effect and things we're getting silly upstairs but he carried on thro the haze thinking deeper than before-- why did Sam vimes buy the ATs after years of abstinance?
Does Philip know more about Canadian roach than he says he does?
Will tee cee ever get off the M25 ?
Why or when will Tigger stop trying to convince everyone that daiwa sensor really is common sense?
Finally he had the answer just as Watson came back brandishing the tickets for Canada.
Cancel those Watson, I have it, I know who identity of the mystery man.
Who is it Holmes, do tell.
Elementary my dear Watson, it was--
Spartacus !
