There is a creature. It lurks in the depths of the Atlantic. It is a predator, silent, waiting. A small fish observes its eerie, green, bio-luminescent eyes in the dark depths, and waits warily for the monster to depart. The fish need not fear, though. This denizen of the deep is waiting for other prey: trans-oceanic emails.
The monster spies an email. It is a note from a hopeful postgraduate student to her adored professor requesting a letter of reference. The hapless email slides swiftly along, determined, oblivious. Faster than a crabbing novice, the lurksome beast lunges forth and devours the email. It smacks its slimey chops and smiles smugly.
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If you're hoping for a response from manchester all the old email have changed or crashed due to the merger with UMIST. If you're hoping for a response from Manchester then forget it. They couldn't find their arse with both hands and a map. There are honourable exceptions but JA and AB have fallen prey to the email virus ( I just call in to see him now. It's faster) and HP is off having a baby. Send them a letter.Registered. It will be faster and you will get something back in time for your next life.
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