ICQ... What a wonderful tool. It has single-handedly increased the levels of communication world wide. It's great for inter-office communication, it keeps loved ones together and brings all the functionality of the Internet into one easy-to-use package... Then theres this.

Most of these conversations have been archived for the sole purpose of giving the participants in these pages a bit of a chuckle as they read back over some of the lighter times in life. I don't expect all of this to make sense to you... Hell! Not all of it makes perfect sense to me! But you might get something out of this mammoth collection of crap. Oh, and you might come across the odd bit of swearing, too, so Mum, go click on one of the other links if you dont want the image of 'your little Mikey' you've got in your head tarnished in any way.

Finally, we might be talking about YOU in these conversations. Where possible, I've tried to edit the conversations to protect the innocent, although if I'm talking about you, you should realise it. If you know me at all, you'd know that I'm never really malicious, and really wouldn't hurt a fly, so everything within is said in jest and should definately not be taken seriously. So if I call you a rampaging fur-burger, I'm only kidding. So read on, weary net wanderer, and take a break from all of those kiddy-porn sites, and enjoy.