Thursday, May 4, 2006 - Happy B'Diddy to Filthy times!

Tuesday, March 7, 2006 - The Miss B and Mick Melbtown invasion - Day 3

Sunday, March 5, 2006 - The Miss B and Mick Melbtown invasion - Day 2

Thursday, March 2, 2006 - The Miss B and Mick Melbtown invasion - Day 1

Friday, December 23, 2005 - A very Filthy Christmas

A very Filthy Christmas

The evening was uncertain. With a venue change and Becy, Tom (trAse), and Luke (Astro-Boy) pulling out I wasn’t sure what to expect. This wasn’t going to be an ordinary Filth. As I finally arrived in Central to greet master Zag (Shaughn aka Morphee) and Miss B (MissB29) we made our hellos then trekked to Oxford street with a quick pit stop for doughnuts. All was fine, the night was calm, and Miss B was quiet…

Arriving at the Burdekin there was something different about the night. There was still the great climb up the old wooden stairs and still the same dirty beats, but that inexplicable Cross feeling was no longer there. However this feeling was subdued once a beer finally met my hand and shortly after the regular faces began to appear. Residing in the garridge room for a considerable amount of time while we eagerly awaited Harlequin and D Tech to grace the mic, a select few popped their head in from time to time. Perv dropped in for approximately .5 of a second, whilst Angus (legal-affairs) made his presence a little better known. I am happy to report that I bore witness to the meeting of Miss B and Angus (who took much delight in claiming how far he lived from the venue, repeatedly), although she was completely oblivious at first to whom it was the moment was like Ying and Ying, the dark and light side meeting for the first time. Rational and composed thought versus, well whatever Miss B happens to be.

Soon after Zug arrived and once again the Zig Zag Zug menace was reunited. Indeed it was going to be a Filthy night, but it seemed Sydney was going to get a run for its money with Miss B around. Upon arrival of Dusty (Kay-Jay) things definitely were beginning to feel familiar. Now it wouldn’t be a Filth night without the long standing tradition that we have held together. Generally it goes like this; I do something hilarious, cheeky, or just typically Mickstah, and KJ gets the shits. Well this time was no exception. I believe I actually broke my personal best with her having the shits with me literally moments after meeting. I’m quite proud about that one. No doubt she still has the shits about it; I’ve really outdone myself this time. This was later confirmed with the arrival of Tim (timotae) and his first words being “KJ is really shitty with you Mick, what have you done?”

Ok so the night is pretty blurry, and many have noted my gradual progression as my eyes became more and more closed over time. I was not going to fall asleep at Filth once again though I wasn’t exactly ready to discuss the theory of relativity either. However I do recall there was the meeting of some lovely new faces. Somehow they managed to identify me. The lovely breakme and swishfish, who I was baffled as to who they were at first which indicates level of toxicity. The adorable Lissie who was unfortunately subjected to my exclamations of how short she is, I’m sure that was a first for her. Then there was the sly glances from the great Bluesteel himself complete with badass giant gold chains and healthy orange glow, a closet Late Nite Crew lover if I ever met one. Then who could forget the meet with MadMike. At least a new chapter in ITM lore has been written, as Mike confesses his love of my presence in ITM. No doubt a love/hate relationship, thanks for the beer Mike!

Did I mention at times it felt like I was in the 9-5 crew thread? Who would love some coffee?

The spirit of the night was all about Christmas, and Miss B wasn’t afraid of giving; in fact she gave plenty, to the cameras, to Holly (supa) and to Zoh (datakid). The two dancing together was quite memorable. Actually I should correct myself here; Miss B throwing Zoh around the dance floor would be a more accurate description as she pretends she doesn’t know how to dance to garridge. Actually Miss B had quite a few memorable moments aside from the roaring, jumping, squeezing and general attacking of other people. Losing her handbag seemed to be one of them, whereby losing involved placing her bag down somewhere then forgetting about it. Eventually the time came for her to withdraw money; however the ATM card reader had been removed and replaced with a big gaping hole. Completely oblivious to the fact that the card reader was now a massive hole Miss B still went on to place her card in the machine. For some reason money didn’t come out. Luckily due to some MacGyver action by me the card was rescued. It’s amazing what you can do with a straw, a stick and a piece of chewing gum.

As usual the Filthy Christmas party was just as filthy as the days of the World Bar. The move was refreshing and the company was peculiar as always. Much love for the company. My liver had a great time however my wallet now has the shits with me (by the way, I really miss the drink prices at the World Bar,  pints for the win baby, none of this bottled shit please). The aftermath was plenty fun talking trash with Miss B and now we both appreciate the finer points of corn and weather forecasting. It was about time they had Filth, three damn months wait, what the hell was that?! Well let’s hope it never happens again.

<3 Filth.

Merry Christmas ITM.

Tuesday, November 1, 2005 - EXCLUSIVE! - SPECIAL EDITION - Part I – How a penis inspired a nation

F-MAIL SPECIAL: Part I – How a penis inspired a nation

Recently there was a great stir on the forums. A massive stir. History was made. Yes a penis was posted in the ITM general forums. Think you’ve seen all the penii to be seen? You thought wrong. This was no ordinary penis but a penis that had achieved a unity with its fellow pubes. There was no clamour for superiority in the crotchal region. No, the pubes and the penis had managed to find Zen in their relationship.

Now why does this matter to you you’re probably wondering? Well stop wondering because it does matter to you, okay. I’ll tell you why. For those of you who weren’t there to bear witness to this momentous thread, there was a bond that formed. Those who participated experienced a connection between each other and penis alike. This of course allowed the free-flowing of some of the greatest comedy ever to grace the pages of ITM General. “So what” you may say, “that’s not hard to achieve at all.” Well you’ve probably right there Jim, but just in case you don’t believe me, ask for your copy of the thread today and find out for yourself.

Now there are several much deeper issues at play than just the obvious “cock in thread.” These issues have been affecting us for quite some time. Now it’s pretty obvious that the “Post a picture of your cock!” thread has been deleted. But not before 10 gloriously erect pages were formed filled with some of the greatest smut and wittiest filth. It was quite safe to say that by that stage the essence of cock was still there, but the very base of the penis, the pubes, had taken the formidable role of creating the basic foundations of the thread. It was safe to say that, had the penis been removed, the thread would still live on. Don Juan was now a god of fertility.

The big question on everyone’s lips; “Why on gods pube infested green earth was the cock thread deleted?!” One of ITM’s fastest growing threads from the nether regions was now just another thread in the proverbial hair-bin. Surely this thread could have seen the relatively harmless removal of its pubic underlining and still hold its dignity. Even without the penis this thread would still be a man. And even if this man needed to be locked up, many friends and relatives would still drop by to visit and share fond memories., maybe even find a shoulder to cry on.

So why is it that the mod that keeps on modding takes such pleasure in deleting, rather than locking so many threads? It seems gone are the days that we see the contribution made by Mike so much so now that we barely even hear a peep of explanation when it comes to the crunch. In a recent mass ban that claimed many including myself, becy, morphee, mxmai, dj killer lamb and Ms Lkt the following statement were made:

Now I’m not sure what he meant about “off-topic comments” because clearly everyone knew what we meant. Now the use of “BE EXCELLENT TO EACH OTHER” seems rather odd. Many people were finding the festivities that took place quite amusing and many other joined in on the fun. Sure several people may have found it disruptive, but then again we’re constantly seeing jokes recycled and recycled on ITM without so much as a warning. So what was it about this incident that was such a turning point? Could it be that MadMike the festive cowboy was simply intimidated with our unity, much like the events that unfolded the evening of Halloween?

Stay tuned as Part II will see us look deeper into the foul play that has taken place over the years on ITM, and how moderator power has seen users banned and private details confided.

Reporting for all that is decent in the world,

Mickstah.

Monday, September 19, 2005 - A tale of the Filthy variety

Filth stole my memory!

It was bound to be a special night, Filth taking over the world. But it was also the first time Zig attended without Zag (with Zug nowhere to be seen and pike status reinstated), so the pressure for inebriation was two-fold. Having fond memories from the last Filth posed an issue as this was an unusual situation and very unlike a Filth night so this time it meant the stakes were raised. It all becomes pretty obvious that it’s going to be a seedy night if you start your night off in a sports bar sucking back pints.

Having met up with Tim and Kay-Jay we had the night pretty well set. You could see the dread on Kay-Jays face when she saw that pint and realized what was to become later in the night. A few more beers and another bar away it was time to grace the cosy little place the meant the world to us (I’ve been dying to use that one for years). Being faced with the unusual situation of the Bordello being closed off till 11pm meant coming to terms with the change of scenery and a few more beers. With the company of the amber beverage we pulled through just long enough before running excitedly upstairs to find a slightly different flavour of music to kick off the night. It seemed to do the trick though as we settled in and basked in Filthy glory.

Of course what would Filth be without the regulars, the unfamiliar, the greetings and the forgotten introductions that were to surely follow? It was purely inevitable we were to run into Dave, you couldn’t hide from the guy even if you tried. Then there was the delight in meeting Chharge, Bornslippy, Arthur Reed, and a handful of other names that, due to my inebriated, lay dormant in the ‘Out of Order’ regions of my memory. There’s no denying the fact that Filth is not the place to go if you want to get away from ITM.

Now whenever you pass through the doors of Filth there is always that deep lingering feeling that things are going to get messy. It seems to be a fact of life. There is some sort of pre-programmed switch inside that just knows what is in store, and your mind flicks it on at will. This night was no different, and I guess the multitude of free beers that seemed to come my way was of no assistance either (cheers to all who provided, you did your job gallantly). At some point in time (allegedly around 3am) the idea was suggested that Candy’s Apartment was to be the place to check out, and of course, who is going to pass up free entry and a trip down memory lane? So a beer propelled towards a disgruntled Kay-Jay (who gets special mention for helping me piece together this particular part of the night) and a quick “hold this I’ll be right back” and I was on my merry way to Ground Under.

It is almost certain that this is the point in which things got messy, as that “be right back” turned into “I’m staying here for the rest of the night” and further recollection of the events that unfolded becomes difficult. But you know you’ve had a big night when your earliest memory from the morning is walking from North Sydney around 8am, wondering how you managed to get there and more importantly why. Not to mention many calls later in the morning from various disgruntled people who claim they were called at rather unsavoury hours of the morning greeting with the ramblings of a mad-man. Yes it was definitely another night at Filth. Further confirmed by just how long it took me to write this. Two days before I could even attempt to describe the events. By the way the music was great, and isn’t that what it is all about in the end anyway?

Saturday, September 10, 2005 - EXCLUSIVE! - SPECIAL EDITION - An F-Mail retrospective (the day internet died)

F-MAIL SPECIAL: An F-Mail retrospective (the day internet died)

    So it is hard to believe that F-Mail has only been out of action since the 9^th of May. It’s seems longer, much longer. It has been well known that many have found the times shortly after F-Mail was silenced to be particularly difficult. Many found consolation in close loved ones, pets, food groups and internet forums. Others took more drastic measures such as taking their own life*. Whatever the impact F-Mail may have had on you and those around you, one thing was certain, and that is it was hard hitting.

    Now this article is not completely oblivious to the controversy that arose during the time of F-Mail’s reign. It was well known that there was competing articles, accusations of truth being distorted, F-Mail itself was under fire for fabricating stories, and let not forget the whirlwind of sex and drugs scandals that surrounded the reporters**.

    Now, this article is not going to go into details as to why F-Mail was silenced. Nor is it going to point fingers as these issues have already been addressed time and time again. Rather this is to pay tribute to the strong empire and solid following that F-Mail managed to build. Even after the ‘Man’ tried to put a stop to F-Mail’s hard-hitting sensationalist journalism there was an outpouring of support from the wider community in the form of a “save forged” thread which was prematurely shut down in order to keep the masses at bay. This proved to be a smart move as people eventually went back to their lives, stopped hugging their plush toys and dried their teary eyes.

    But F-Mail has not been forgotten, merely put to the side momentarily, waiting to strike unsuspecting victims with the force and triumph of 50 leopards with small hand guns. And when that day comes it will be a marvelous day for journalism indeed.

Remembering simpler times,

Mickstah.

*May or may not have happened.

**Of course it happened.

Sunday, September 4, 2005 - The Yoghurt Rebellion

I came upon a very disturbing realisation tonight. Whilst at work this evening yoghurt was thrown at my driver side window. However this is not what disturbs me. I came to wonder why this product was slung at my window and what was the purpose of this bold move? Was this a message? Was I being warned about yoghurt in my local dairy aisle? Was this a hate crime towards the healthy bacteria that resides in each tub of yoghurt? An unrelenting abhorrence for acidophilus and its brethren and everything they stand for? Maybe this dairy slinging vigilante was frustrated with the current farming crisis and subsequent lacklustre produce?

The questions ran deep, and I must admit I found the situation quite perplexing, and then it dawned on me that this bold statement of the dairy variety was in fact a warning of things to come. The choice of variety of the yoghurt was no coincidence. The mixed berry concoction that sprawled itself across my window was sending a message more obvious than its white, cherry and crimson swirl. The berries are bad, very bad, and they mean business.

At first I scoffed at the thought. What could a harmless berry do? But then I began to delve deeper in to the matter. I wasn’t just dealing with a berry, I was dealing with berries. Strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, the list goes on. Suddenly the horror came to fruition as I realised my unknown yoghurt assailant was warning me of a berry invasion. Yes it may sound ridiculous, but not so when you think about how the berry has slowly taken over the food market. It has taken years and much planning, but slowly it has happened. And now their careful planning has reached its pinnacle. We are on the eve of attack.

I believe Ribena to be at the heart of this master plan. All you need to do is sit through a night of commercial television; chances are you may stumble upon one of their advertisements. And I use the term ‘advertisement’ loosely. A more appropriate word would be propaganda. Ribena have seen it their mission to overthrow the orange empire and see black currents reign supreme. But I digress, for this is only the beginning. While you’re sitting there sipping your strawberry daiquiri, eating your blueberries and applying your raspberry lip balm, just remember there’s a battle taking place out there! We need more yoghurt vigilantes to spread the word of the dairy that the berries should no longer be mixed. But I guess I should get to the heart of what I am talking about, and that is don’t fucking throw yoghurt at my car. Dickheads.

Sunday, August 21, 2005 - A coherent recollection of Filth proceedings as scrambled by my mind

So there I was seated in carriage 9147, cold drink in hand, wondering to myself why on earth I was about to return to a night of filthy debauchery. ‘You know you’re going to get extremely trashed like usual’ I said to myself. ‘You won’t be able to remember most of the night again’ I also said to myself. ‘And you definitely will end up running into a dozen or so itm’ers that will be able to recount all these events back to you the following day.’ And that was all it took to convince myself I was in for another fantastic night.

Rounding the corner and a short walk up Bayswater, I had another chuckle to myself at the crowd milling around lepanic before ascending those glorious hardwood stairs once again to immerse myself in filthy goodness. Of course naturally this couldn’t be done without a tasty beverage in hand, so shortly after Zig, Zag and Zug were united, the bar was scavenged for beer of the finest drop (VB, the Carlton was empty!).

There wasn’t much chance of escaping now. I was in the thick of Filth and loving it. Although everything seemed fine, little did people know there was yet another battle taking place, and it seemed the liver was losing. Casualties aside, there was quite the many a memorable moment. From the munted mumblings of Perv, to Gruso’s demonstration into the finer art of removing a glass from ones hand, to the discussion of ITM politics with Legal-Affairs over a tasty beverage (cheers Angus), Supa’s… well, Supa’s talent of disappearing at random intervals for copious amounts of time, and a quick catch-up with Quirks. I’m pretty sure I even managed to dominate my own section of dance floor at some point, although others may argue that.

If I were to become pregnant with a baby club night and nurture that club night in my womb until it was time to give birth, I would not hesitate to name my wad of pink joy ‘Filth-Jnr’ in hopes that he too will become a big and strong night that has won over punters hearts. Unfortunately I don’t have a uterus (well, not handy right now) so I guess the dream will live on unfulfilled. However Filth should have no problems spreading the seed.

End of the day, Zig Zag and Zug hit unexpectedly with brutal force. When I say brutal I mean awesome. It was a tad unfortunate that Dusty couldn’t join, but was great to meet new and old faces alike (no I don’t mean you old farts, you’re not that old…) But once again I would like to take this time to remove my imaginary hat and place it over my heart as I hang my head and remember those who fell that August 20^th, 2005. They fought a courageous battle, and their bravery will not go unnoticed. It’s a tough life being a brain cell at a Filth party.

Sunday, July 17, 2005 - A disjointed recollection of Filth...

Through careful analysis of memories and eyewitness accounts, I am now able to piece together my night at Filth to some level of cognitive coherence. Any similarities to any person or event are purely coincidental. Any night that begins with a collection of Smirnoff blacks is bound to be interesting; sadly this is not one of them nights. It all began with yet another exciting voyage on this states fine rail system. Falling asleep several times on the journey guaranteed the night was going to be big. With considerable amount of luck I ventured down Bayswater, giggling at the line up for Lepanic before lurking around the front of World Bar just long enough to appear creepy yet mysterious. Partner in crime Mr. Zag was still quite some time away so the journey into the Filthy world began with careful steps.

Equipped with beer the setting was now just right for exploration of some dirty tunes and some small talk with the natives. The usual suspects looked set to make this night yet another memorable night that I will not remember. This was confirmed with the arrival of Zag and the arrangements for tequila to be consumed. As the seediness began to set in more familiar natives were spotted on this filthy expedition. Tranquiliser gun in hand I approached the creatures and slur was exchanged. Such species as the Pig-mantis, the Pervadore, the Pleblatite, the Quirker (still no Filth membership bounty) and the Grusonite were documented.

Eyewitness accounts from both Zag and the Pervadore seem to confirm that slumber was in my best interest at one point, as I was spotted dozing off in a vertical position. Although how reliable this information and the sources it was acquired from is uncertain. Unfortunately as the war raged on between liver and alcohol, much of the night was lost to fallen brain cells, and until more information can be acquired, much of the night will continue to remain a mystery. However our sources indicate that at one point in the night a leisurely stroll seemed to be high on my agenda. Upon returning to the World Bar and its filthy contents the bouncers kindly reminded me of how inebriated I was and safe passage back into the wild was denied. This was apparently short-lived as somehow I managed to negotiate with the gate-keepers to grant me entry.

And so we leave our hero’s for now, as their story has come to an end. But the saga will continue, so tune in for the next exciting instalment of “Zig and Zag: Tales of Interest”

Sunday, June 19, 2005 - NEWS FOR YOUR PROTECTION: The new 'news' condom

NEWS FOR YOUR PROTECTION: The new ‘news’ condom for your pleasure

    I normally enjoy a read of my Sunday paper, and today was no different. Opening those ratty pages filled with current and informative goodness offers a welcome relaxation from the “daily grind.” So I thought nothing of going to purchase my Sunday paper, as per usual, as purchasing your paper doesn’t require much thought, and it’s not often that something will startle me during my paper acquiring transaction. However today was different. Today is the day that The Sunday Telegraph was thinking of their readers. Today was they day when they finally looked out for the common man, and did something to protect their well being. Yes my friend, today The Sunday Telegraph sold their paper inside a free news condom (also known as the gossip condom or gossdom for short) for our protection.

The news condom provided by The
Sunday Telegraph Pictured above

Ready for shocking news.

    The Telegraph as it has become fondly known has long been sold unsheathed and spreading its big and floppy pages upon your lap for your Sunday enjoyment, and with reasonable little complaint. Unfortunately just like everything else fun, the days of unprotected news are over. In hindsight you can hardly blame the Telegraph for taking such measures; it only takes a short google to find so much shocking news that would move even the hardest of readers. With stirring headlines such as “20 killed in Pakistan bus crash”, “Cambodian school hostage gang charged” and the most disturbing of them all, “Saddam lawyers attend interrogation”, popping up all over the place is it any wonder that the Telegraph has taken such measures.

Above (left) another unfortunate reader hit by shocking news,

And above (right) an artists impression of what the repercussions

may look like.

    Remember back to when you opened the paper to see a teary-eyed and desperate Schappelle Corby and the emotions that followed. Now imagine if you had your free news condom to protect you from such shocking imagery. A quick slip over the head and no longer are you prone to dangerous and damaging news. It boggles the mind to think of how many have needlessly suffered from the Schappelle pictures and any other shocking or disturbing news for that matter. It is quite pleasing to see that The Sunday Telegraph have finally taken a stance to protect their readers. I think I’ll go now and read my news, protection in hand of course. Remember, if it’s not on, it’s not news.

Sunday, May 29, 2005 - My Weekend, dramatically told by sock puppets then retold by me.

Thursday, May 12, 2005 - 360 Booty Haul

bornslippy1984, I hope you also had a great night. Perv, doesn't it suck to know you weren't the only one to get presents on your B'Day?

Firstly, the bag - UDG CourierBag Deluxe Black

CD's:

• Benny Benassi - Hypnotica (x2)
• Benny Benassi feat Dhany - Make Me Feel
• Fort Knox 5 - Get the Party Started Right
• Fort Knox 5 - To the Breaks of Dawn
• Fort Knox 5 - The New Gold Standard
• Damien Lazarus - Rebelfuturism Session Two
• Scratch Perverts - Fabric Live 22
• SLAM - Year Zero
• Super Discount 2 - Etienne de Crécy (signed copy)
  
• Super Discount 2 - Fast Track (vocal mix)
• 360 promo CD

• Freeform Five - Strangest Things (M.A.N.D.Y mix) (Grand National remix) (B1 - eeeeaaooww)
• Fort Knox Five - The Big Score (dropped mix) (original mix) (B2 - Learing it the hard way)

So as you can see, the vinyl hual isn't exactly what the comp promo said, but made up for it with other nice suprises like a framed 360 poster, super discount posters, slipmats, FK5 tee... Still haven't recieved anything from Craze or Derrik May which are the two I was most looking forward to, but aparrently Fuzzy are having problems getting in touch with their managers, so there may still be more goodies to come.

Oh and also, sorry to Lani for forgetting your name and messing it up, and thanks again for the gear

Thursday, May 12, 2005 - Quick thankyou to ITM and Fuzzy

Seeing as F-Mail and all the controversy has been silenced for now, I would like to take the opportunity to thank both InTheMix and Fuzzy for my tix to 360, assorted vinyl, FK5 slipmats, massive pile of cds, FK5 tee and most importantly, my awesome UDG Bag, top stuff guys

Tuesday, May 10, 2005 - EXCLUSIVE! - SPECIAL!: Forged and MadMike Hug!!

Story retracted.

The story has been removed and a small array of puppies replace in order to protect the innocent. We appologise for any inconveniecne.

Monday, May 9, 2005 - EXCLUSIVE! - SPECIAL EDITION - Press release from Elliot on the recent silencing of F-Mail!!

F-MAIL SPECIAL: Elliot silenced as the public sits uneasy

By now you would be aware that Elliot (aka Forged), hard hitting reporter for F-Mail has been silenced in a shocking move from MadMike. Now I know recently there has been some difference of opinion lately between us and F-Mail, but this issue is much greater and threatens our freedoms of speech and has the potential to quash what little humour remains in our community. Elliot has been placed on probation, and when I heard of this latest development, I decided to delve into this tangled web of mystery to try and answer the reasoning behind this, and the results were quite startling.

    The above image was taken at ground zero - I have taken the liberty to highlight what I found to be quite disturbing. Comparative analysis revealed a festive cowboy as the representative front for MadMike, whereas Elliot portrayed a deep, meaningful and minimalist representation. I think we'll let you decide which means business.

    But for us to fully understand the reasoning behind these actions, we need to go back to the source. Details are sketchy at present, but there is sufficient evidence to support that this incident stems back to comments made in Debz Blog. Following this incident Debz has since removed the comments feature, and made this statement on her blog:

Firstly, I’ve turned comments off to the public eye, for obvious reasons.   If you comment, only I can see it. [edit: ok very weird, comment option i chose doesn't seem to work.  So comments are off all together for now!]

Secondly, I cannot be bothered adding a bunch of people to the 'friends' list for reading this, so i'll just keep it as it is.  Orright!

Stirring content indeed. It seems there may be more to this story than first anticipated. Unfortunately the comments made by Elliot and his accomplice Pigman were removed, but using hi-tech specialist methods we were able to recreate the scene in the following scenario:

    The comments are alleged to have taken place before Debz comments in the ask ITM thread "Blogging comes to inthemix!", where she requested the addition of the feature to block certain ITM'ers from viewing your blog. Following this Elliot made the above documented statement "If you think anyone would go out of their way to read your blog I think you have issues" Now due to these unfortunate events, Elliot and F-Mail are no longer able to deliver to the public, and he has released the following official statement on the matter:

Dear Michael,

    Due to being placed on probation I can no longer advertise my content.

    I hope you'll be able to continue the high level of media broadcasting I'm now no longer able to pursue. I wish you all the best in your future endeavours and no doubt I'll be able to return to a strong foundation that you've constructed.

forgedmc
F-MAIL CEO

A stirring and dignified response from someone who has been treated in a less than dignified manner. All we seek is to report, uncover and expose the lies, the secrets, the scandals and the mischief that goes on in the community underbelly, and is it so much to ask that we have that freedom to do so? You may be able to silence F-Mail, but you can't silence its loyal, loving and trusting fans.

Please show your support by visiting the Save Forged thread and pay your tributes.

Reporting for what ever is decent in this world,
Mickstah.

Monday, May 9, 2005 - EXCLUSIVE! - Elliot speaks about the F-Mail Scandal! (We give you the REAL interview!)

F-MAIL: Elliot Speaks (The REAL interview!)

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After the F-Mail scandal was uncovered we managed to secure an interview with the author of F-Mail and self proclaimed "hard hitter" Elliot (aka Forged). The interview was tense at times, and it seemed that Elliot is still unprepared to face the truth, so for you, the reader, we let you decide, as we give you the unedited and uncut interview with Elliot, which took place moments ago:



    mick.
    we need to chat

yes?

    http://blogs.inthemix.com.au/forgedmc/403/ - read the nb girl interview - about doopy

i read it - quite ammusing

    what do u thinkof this

quite stirring
what is your opinion?

    i think its funny.

any comment on my exposure of your scandal?

    ?
    sorry?

http://blogs.inthemix.com.au/Mickstah/410/

    oh
    controversy

indeed
any comment?

    though i did cover my arse by saying itm chta
    and not #itm
    So
    technically
    I am correct
    and its a case of tall poppy syndrome

and you state that for the record?

        elliot says:
        So
        elliot says:
        technically
        elliot says:
        I am correct
        elliot says:
        and its a case of tall poppy syndrome
        elliot says:
        i state that for the record

excellent
so do you want to tell us why you aimed to mislead the readers of F-Mail?

   Ididn't. It's fairly cleancut: Perhaps it's your perception of whatITMchat really is that's flawed your vision.
    ITM chat is a chat about ITM
    One would then conclude, that #itm_chat falls under this categorisation.
    Q.E.D.
    Owned.
    Thanks for your time Mick.

you told the readers that people died
there were no people there in the first place
how do you explain this?

    How do you know this?

visual evidence that you provided

    Were you there? You weren't even aware this underground channel existed
    I provided an image of the aftermath

a channel that was unregistered i might add, and unmonitored

    Brutal killings aren't something ITM endorses
    I wasn't going to break any guidelines

so you admit there were no killings

    Lucky for me, those that reside in the channel don't need to be moderated like babies
    Maybe you do, but thats not the topic.

you're straying from the question

    There were a lot of killings.
    Administered by me

do you have evidence of this?

    I killed. people died.
    that's the story.
   Welli'd ask those users who were in there, but they're dead.Obviouslythey're not free for  a chat at the      moment.

that's quite convenient for you then isn't it

    I think you're forgetting who you're talking to.
    My reputation is one of honour and dignity. The people trust me judgements.
    my*

yes i'm talking to a 'journalist' who's afraid to admit that he mislead the readers of F-Mail

    You type very slow for a critical reporter.
    You need to be quick, quick like a very fast car.

you are missing the point here
you claim to be hard hitting

    I am.

then why run from the truth?
why give the readers falsified information?

    What don't you understand, it's not false.
    www.dictionary.com
    There's your resource Mr. Apprentice.

it seems this is going no where
i guess we'll let the readers decide

    Deal
    ps. Dont alter any of what I've said
    I havent done that for anyone else.

no, i'm a man of my word

    So i expect mutual respect.
    excellent

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It seemed Elliot was determined to avoid the truth, opting for low blows and avoiding critical questions. Although we finally got him to speak, it seems the truth isn't ready to be revealed.

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The following article http://blogs.inthemix.com.au/forgedmc/443/ Elliot again misleads the public. I bring your attention to Elliots final words of this interview:

    ps. Dont alter any of what I've said
    I havent done that for anyone else.

no, i'm a man of my word

    So i expect mutual respect.
    excellent

For those of you who have already read F-Mails "fancified" version of this interview, you may have realised that something quite awry is taking place. Our crack digital imagery team took the image posted by Elliot in the latest edition of F-Mail, and did some comparitive analysis, the results are quite suprising.

   
    Image taken from 9th May edition of F-Mail

   
   Image captured on local computer. Take note the differences in text formatting and also poor quality of image around the text. Hard hitting?No. Scandalous? Yes.

So here we have a hard hitting reporter,and I use the term loosely, who pleads for accuracy of information, yet fails to strive for the same level of integrity in his own articles. Once again, F-Mail, who can we believe? The scandal just keeps getting bigger.

Monday, May 9, 2005 - EXCLUSIVE! - F-Mails' "Hard Hitting" reporter EXPOSED!!!