God I having a good laugh. Look at this folks:

I was somewhere that keeps public records. If I tell you where that was, then the rest is open to everyone who reads my answer in a few quick searches.

Cor! You wouldn't want to give away a public address at which you might lawfully have been at along with many others on a particular day nearly eight years ago. Shit, national Security might be in jeopardy.

How explicitly does that have to be stated to you before you understand? Even someone who obviously flunked every math course after 8th grade can probably understand that,

Excuse me? I need to know math before being able to understand an address?

And you aren't going to get information that is neither your business, nor, at this point, something you've shown you can handle in an ethical manner.

What? They never asked me to prove that I was of a high "ethical standard" when I bought a sat nav or an A-Z so why are you? All I want is fucking address!
How hard, LIAR, How hard?

I have reasons why I'd prefer you didn't know who my acquaintances are by name

And there we have the clincher that proves the colour of the LIAR. His constant reverting to the use of the straw man.

LondonLad is an internet risk, and should be shunned by everyone out here. Unless and until he learns to respect the privacy of others, he should be persona non grata to all who value their privacy. He doesn't play by the rules and doesn't care who or what he would injure for his own purposes. Correspond with him at your own risk. He's a human internet worm.

the increasingly preposterous and pompous little lying pratt that is ondelette made the following statement:

I was somewhere that keeps public records. If I tell you where that was, then the rest is open to everyone who reads my answer in a few quick searches.

That is a deliberately false statement. I also was in a place where they keep public records not long ago and here are the details.

In the afternoon of Sunday the 4th of May I visited the Poetry Library at the South Bank Arts & Music Centre in London. There I returned a couple of books and withdrew another. Here's the address and full contact details:

Telephone number: 020 7921 0943/0664

Postal Address:

Poetry Library

Level 5

Royal Festival Hall

London SE1 8XX

http://www.poetrylibrary.org.uk/?flash=yes

Now, do I think that my personal security has in anyway been jeopardised by my telling all and sundry about a mundane event in my life? Well of course not. Because even were anyone even to crack the library's data base and search all the records of book withdrawals of that day they would still not be able to know my identity. And the reason for this is because no such person as "LondonLad" has a ticket there.

So the same goes for any visit that the lying bastard that calls itself ondellette may have made to any public records office in New York on a day 8 frigging years ago.

You keep lying and I'll keep knocking them down ondelette.

But credit where credits due - "The Human Internet Worm," I like that, may I use it?

LondonLad is an internet risk, daughters should be locked up and he be run out of town and shunned by everyone out here. Unless and until he learns to respect the puerile false beliefs of others, he should be persona non grata to all who value their own jealously guarded self delusions. He doesn't play by the rules and doesn't care who or what he would injure for his own dark and nefarious purposes. Correspond with him at your own risk. He's an all singing, all dancing, heavily armed black leathered human internet worm.

Christ ondo, I don't even appear THAT sexy when staring at myself in the mirror wearing my Las Vegas Elvis get up!

Lordy, LL, you sex god you! So when did you join the Rolling Stones 'Lock up your Daughters' tour? You know what they say: 'If you've got it, flaunt it!' Wild Horses couldn't drag you away from controversy but it seems Ondelette is on the run and firing in retreat. I hope this doesn't mean Osama bin laden will have to share his cave with Ondelette - because I don't think they would get on.

evening my man dropped in to join in the fun have you?

but it seems Ondelette is on the run and firing in retreat.

Oh is that what he was doing firing? Sounded to me like he was squealing with an increasingly shrill and high pitched pomposity as he tried to cover both his lies and his arse with even more lies from back of his arse all to no avail.

Matt Taibbi may have his Thomas Friedman but by god I have my ondelette.

You two could get a room.