And who mods the one who mods?
... that would be Paul Weller ..
And who mods the one who mods?
By their very nature, most wums will come back and bite you on the arse one day. You can mitigate the pain by at least being witty and original - not just the usual idiotic, predictable jibes that most of those who fancy themselves as a Wum come out with.
I'm a member of a clown forum I could see if any of them are up to the task.
... the Liverpool board?

No a real clown forum, I can see what you did there though.![]()

Well, you did start a thread about Wummng!![]()
Liverpool this year is our year you'll never walk alone since 1992.
Judging by what's happened so far on this board, I'd suggest that we all point and laugh at whoever's gone over the edge.I sense wumming on the wum thread, could be interesting. The lack of a mod on this section of the site is also interesting if wumming goes to far, what happens?
I think that pointing and laughing is a good start we don't want to get complex just yet.Judging by what's happened so far on this board, I'd suggest that we all point and laugh at whoever's gone over the edge.
That seems to be the general idea on here, doesn't it?
My children! I see that you are all trying to grasp at that which cannot be touched! Can anyone define the genuis of the true Wum Master? Is it not like trying to embrace the wind? You may tell your brother that the sky is blue, but of what use to him are your words if he is blind and has never seen colours?
When I was a child (two and a half years old, I think), I was called into the Temple by my Wum Master, and he told me a tale.
"Young Wumster," he said, stroking his long white beard, "a black cat who walks on a black road in the middle of a moonless night does not know that it cannot be seen, any more than does the white cat with a flare shoved up its arse!" In that moment, I came to know my destiny. I snathed the pebble from his hand and was ready to leave the temple (and to refrain from having to wear a nappy at night).
The subtle wum is like the bending of the grass. Be that blade of grass!
Above all, do not get "owned." Yes, there are men who will laugh at you (sometimes, they will laugh at you a lot), but most of those who laugh at you also laughed at Jim Davidson when he was plying his overtly racist brand of humour on TV, in the drab 70s. To be laughed at by idiots does not make you a fool.
Go in peace, my children!

Waits patiently.
Your poetic crap doesn't work on me fella. Your wumming is impressive HAIG many get sucked in but you are not a master yet.Patience is bitter, young Luvvy, but its fruit is sweet.

My children! I see that you are all trying to grasp at that which cannot be touched! Can anyone define the genuis of the true Wum Master? Is it not like trying to embrace the wind? You may tell your brother that the sky is blue, but of what use to him are your words if he is blind and has never seen colours?
When I was a child (two and a half years old, I think), I was called into the Temple by my Wum Master, and he told me a tale.
"Young Wumster," he said, stroking his long white beard, "a black cat who walks on a black road in the middle of a moonless night does not know that it cannot be seen, any more than does the white cat with a flare shoved up its arse!" In that moment, I came to know my destiny. I snathed the pebble from his hand and was ready to leave the temple (and to refrain from having to wear a nappy at night).
The subtle wum is like the bending of the grass. Be that blade of grass!
Above all, do not get "owned." Yes, there are men who will laugh at you (sometimes, they will laugh at you a lot), but most of those who laugh at you also laughed at Jim Davidson when he was plying his overtly racist brand of humour on TV, in the drab 70s. To be laughed at by idiots does not make you a fool.
Go in peace, my children!