I searched everywhere! I even looked in all the places where cobwebs grew faster than the hair on Big Maggie Ann's chin -- in the bedpan under mother's bed, in the glove compartment of Woodworm Willie's leg, in Daft Uisdean's underpant drawer, and even in the wallet belonging to the boy that plays down at the hotel. . . For weeks I've been rummaging through Jean's pins and needles in the woolshop and Wullie Spanners' nuts and bolts at the garage.
Finally . . .
You'll be pleased to hear . . .
I found the password to this site.
Have a guess where I found it? Answers on a postcard please, for a chance to win a Heathkit & Robinson Mk2A Sausage Machine.
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Well done Torquil for hacking into the Island blog again - we think you may have found more than a password though in the wallet belonging to the boy who plays down at the hotel - is it not true that some say he carries a secret code which, when activated, links the Island phonebox to the White House's CD Player, selecting "Melting Pot" by Blue Mink - thereby precipitating a new world order (again)?
My guess therefore is that you found the password in Google, under www.secretannoyingcrappopsongswhichmakeprrsidentswhistle.com
Now about that prize...?
Would the answer be Mr Spanners wallet? Were you brave enough to attempt a peek, I've heard it said that it smells of camphor!
Aye well she'll be knowin' all about cobwebs an' the smell o' camphor....if ye get ma drift Torquill.
Wul.
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