the desperation of the Klassik Krew has become truly pathetic to witness

they used to be funny, with toomim on drugs and gavin whittling his Bitcoin stick ever smaller with every dismal failure to frighten, cajole and persuade people to adopt his insidious fork - but that was yesterday...

oh dear, gavin, your trousers are down - somebody tell him, he doesn't seem to be able to hear any of us when we say it...