On Tue, 02 Oct 2007 02:59:45 +0100, Michael Baldwin, Bruce wrote:

Mr Pounder wrote:
"Peter Hucker" wrote in message
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On Mon, 01 Oct 2007 02:53:16 +0100, Michael Baldwin, Bruce
wrote:

Usenet Stats Poster wrote:
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Newsgroup.................: demon.local
Stats Were Taken..........: Sun, 30 Sep 2007 23:00:00 GMT
Stats Begin...............: Fri, 31 Aug 2007 23:01:16 GMT
Stats End.................: Sun, 30 Sep 2007 22:49:49 GMT
Days......................: 30
Total No. of Articles.....: 4415
Total No. of Characters...: 19280718
Total Volume..............: 18828
Messages Per Day..........: 147.2
Characters Per Day........: 642690.6
Average Daily Volume......: 627 kB
Total Posters This Week...: 289
Messages with Sigs........: 17.78%
Sigs Over 4 Lines.........: 45.61%
Original Content Rating...: 16.08%

Top 1000 Prolific Posters: Posts / Posts per Day / Percent Share
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1. Michael Baldwin...................................: 580 19.3 13.1%

Tah-dah! Top o' da world, ma!

Dunno who Baldwin is, but there is no Bruce mentioned in the list, so you
lose.

I am above you Mr Hucker.
HA!

PHucker never gets on top.

Why would I want to get on top of you?

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