Hi D'Arcy, aren't you a little off topic, maybe you should practice what you preach old sun, I call you sun that because you seem to feel that the world revolves around you.
I was going to point out that your sarcasum was the lowest form of wit but on reflection it probably is appropriate for the lowest form of life.
For your information o venerable sage from the Emerald Isle, I own two houses niether of which are councils flats and niether the houses or flats have basements. As for my credability Nolan and Blankenship were quite happy to make a joint deal based on MY THEORIES sir, you should know you were shown our confidential proposal by David Tobias, it was drawn up by Oak Island writer Lionel Fanthorpe who declared in it that I far and away the best researcher on Oak Island - ever.
In addidtion to that verification I have a confidential document signed by Dan Blankenship to work on MY project based on My theories, it rather shoots down your smear tactics right.
If you have any doubts on that "Letter of Agreement" please feel free to ask Danny Hennigar, he has seen it, clearly the only Dullard here is you mate and I have only just begun.
Hey folks, picture a dark and dusty attic and an evil little Leprechaun muttering to himself at a dest full of books and piles of paper, by the light of the flickering candle stuck in an empty bottle of Guiness, he cackles and says, I can use this guys stuff in MY book, all I got to do is change the wording, eh eh eh - just coincidece- who is to say otherwise. eh eh eh. Now let's see, Dan got out of the bath sat on a stool and got a splinter in his butt today,
I've got it- Dedicated Treasure Hunter injured in pursuit of answers to the Oak Island mystery, I should get about two chapters out of that"
"I think I'll write a fawning letter to David Snobias, I may get some tibs bits". Just then a black bird hops across the table with a feather in it's beak, no "Rick" the Raven that's the poison quill pen". He carefully thumbed through the worn pages of How to con friends and besmirch people. He then opened, The Idiots Guide to Ingratiating yourself with syle." by Ureia Heep.
He suddendly looked up, "Hey look at the time" he said observeing his horizontally placed hour glass, "It's half past something - gotta dash." He quickly pinned his nice new badge (which said "I love the Money Pit") onto his dear little green hat and said to his feathered friend, "I promised my boreguide confederate Crank that I would help with the EXPLOIT Oak Island Day stuff by giving my expert advise on things appertaining to Oak Island.
"That's a bigger crock than I keep my gold in, eh eh eh."
"Never, - in the history of Oak Island's literary giants has anyone so little, contributed so little, and achieved so little - as you mate.
Please feel free to discribe me as a Dullard, compared to what I think of you that's a compliment.