What I want to do, Skids, is establish a base-line.
See, what has destroyed Pixie (and it is only him that has been destroyed by this - don't let him try to convince you otherwise), is that he went nosing around among my personal information, no doubt cock in hand, expecting to find evidence for a sad, lonely fantasist, living at home with his mother, and engaged in a very dull vocation, living out his unrequited dreams through the pages of this forum. What he found - to the extent that he actually found anything of any note - is that I am very much like the person he dreaded I would be.
Now, of course, he will shift his attention to all the obvious bullshit that he - not me - invented about me.
We need to untangle all of the threads.
What did Pixie claim about me, all those years ago? Was he right? Or did he discover, during those furtive moments sniffing at the underpants in my bathroom (so to speak) that he has, in fact massively and inescapably wummed himself into a corner?
Which of the "fantasist" claims where alleged about me, rather than me having invented them? And of those that I went along with (they having been invented for me by others), how much of that was clearly banter?
I want to help you, here, Skids. You seem to have been the most obsessed in all of this.