'The best definition for me is FXH 's . You know you Are an iGent when you don't buy anything you pull the trigger.'

I haven't noticed the term recently but it always used to annoy me up when someone used it.

They are very keen to nab you AFS. Don't let them get you on a free transfer. Demand a signing-on fee.

They could bribe you with fine liqueurs, buxom maidens and a pair of deadstock Florsheim Imperials. Reckon that'd do it.

Never has the phrase be careful what you wish for been more apt.

In reference to Sammy's futile begging for you to be unfaithful to TI.

Not that I know of but it's probable at least one does.

They're still rabbiting about abortion in South Carolina over on DW.  The best thing for them to do is organize a petition and send it to the delightful Ms.Harris.  That ought to warm the cockles of her heart, knowing chaps who wear cotton underpants have those gals best interests at heart.
Meanwhile - albeit not on 'Talk Ivy' - we do have a little conversation going about Boris Jackson and his full head of hair which anyone can join.  If you catch my drift. 
The poster is also keen on socks, which might grab Shooey's attention.

I'd never heard of it so had to look it up.  DW certainly doesn't possess the intellectual flair of the old New Statesman or Spectator (though the latter went off the boil by around 1990, when the likes of Julie Burchill began filling its pages with their tripe).  For truly elegant writing, gentlemen all, try the late Alan Watkins for size, his 'Brief Lives' being something the likes of our poster Horace might enjoy dipping into.  Watkins was an old-fashioned Labour man whose friendships spread across a wide spectrum, from Maurice Richardson to Auberon Waugh.

Held my nose and had a look over at DW. Are they all dead or just snoozing? 'Ivy Club', perhaps in tribute to Groucho Marx, appears to have no members.

DW members certainly have nothing to be smug about (although smugness would appear to be very much their raison d'etre).  Not much life in their dog (it barely wags its tail) and, as TRS says, their 'Ivy Club' is scarcely Jumping At The Savoy. 
A good deal more 'Putting The World To Rights' AKA 'Posturing Ponce Territory'.
Come on, boys, let your hair down...

Oh, I do plenty of lurking, just to see what those buggers have to say for themselves.  The poster who calls himself 'Pimpernel Smith' isn't a bad lad and still enjoys his music.  Still a Buzz Rickson devotee, too, I see.  As for the rest...  blech...

'Oh, I do plenty of lurking, just to see what those buggers have to say for themselves.  The poster who calls himself 'Pimpernel Smith' isn't a bad lad and still enjoys his music.  Still a Buzz Rickson devotee, too, I see.  As for the rest...  blech...'

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