There but for the grace of god...

Well, I only had one taker. Message sent 1 minute ago, oops, now 3 mins ago since have had reply nd have myself replied again. Come to think of it, shouldn't this thread have been swamped by some SWAT team by now? If you never hear from me again, you can at least start an urban legend and at most send flowers.

Yikes. I thought the most alarming bit was the other story stuck on the end: "ARMED cops arrested council worker David Grey, 59, in Lanchester, Co Durham, after he told colleagues at his leaving do: “The chief executive should think himself bloody lucky I’m not the kind of person to use a gun.” He spent 17 hours in a cell before being freed without charge." I've said some awful things to bosses in the past but I never ended up in custody.

the question is was it just publicity for Orange? Don't real terrorists used codes and meet in public places like a big ferris wheel in Austria anyway? Does anyone text or say anything personal following Camillagate? what a boring job those folk have got listening in to all those kids texting rubbish about chips and spots... I like that thought:-)

Big Ferris wheels in Austria????? No wonder your stories are good, Hazel.

Well, after that article, and maybe all along, the real heavy terrorists will be texting each other in some sort of code won't they? Ordinary people shouldn't really have anything to fear if they are using computers to sift the stuff - excepting the freak incident reported, few people are going to use many of those key words in the same text. People aren't actually sitting around reading everyone's text messages. However, the 'big brother' factor is highly distasteful, but my mother is more of a danger to my privacy, when all's said and done.

Argh. That's pretty mad. But a great way to stitch up mates down the pub - tap a dodgy text into their phone while they've gone for the next round. But seriously... does this really make you feel safer? Or just spied on? War against terror my eye.

bomb, semtex, hostage, fatwah, hummus and pitta, prescott. You'll never take me alive copper. Look at me Ma, top of the world. I'll let you know how my visit turns out. [%sig%]

Just had a call from MI6 giving me Prescotts address. These boys are on the ball. [%sig%]

Hmm, now if I only knew Morrissey's mobile number I could text him from dickos phone and thank him for the drugs and semtex. That should remove two tossers from society in one fell swoop.

hmm, sounds more like the Sun's reporter has been sold a pup to me... the stuff of future urban legend. Where's the corroboration? What about a comment from Old Bill? Tell you what, I'll happily text anyone up for it the following. "Longest Day - Sarin, tube, blair - escape route open. Confirm" In return, you have to text me back with an OK or whatever. We'll see who gets picked up first.