Meenzer

Without wishing to get all screaming queen on your be-hind, you are so wrong, girlfriend.

Is it just me who can't help but read T-Keith's posts in this thread as a kind of surreal free-form poetry?

I like to think I'm clever/paranoid enough to be able to keep my head down and myself out of trouble on a night out, but like you say with Cath's brother and all, these things can happen to the best of us. I suppose it falls into the "you could get hit by a bus tomorrow" category of occupational hazards, but I do find myself increasingly getting into Jeremy Hardy-style grumpy old man territory and grumbling about the way the world's going to hell in a handbasket.

Oh, sorry, are you in this thread too? I was just rattling on to myself.

I live just up the road from Peckham.

Still on a coffee breakfast, which will probably become a coffee lunch.

Coyote Ugly tbh. Car crash viewing.

yeh, its amazing how much the prices vary when you start searching online! Hubby looking to film some bum love now too then, eh? Filthy! trust you to think of that No, i ordered it for my son (hes paying) its to video his and hubbys racing. I certainly wont be on it, i hate to be videoed You say that now, but after a point of coider and with the promise of a new hay bail, you'll be starkers and vogueing in no time! If you must mention those stereotypes get it right, its scrumpy!!!! Them grockles bain't to be trusted!

Nay, Meenzer laughed also "Hey Santa Claus you cunt! Where's me fucking Von Schweikert VR-9 SE?"

Even Gemmill hasn't progressed quite as far as actively sleeping on the job. Now that's what I call loafing!

Perfect for every Eurovision hit! I won't deny it's about the right level.

I always have a chuckle at this kind of thing ( etc.), but reading down the list of new entries on this week's singles chart is like a brief chronology of an eventful relationship. In order, there's: I Don't Love You I Could Fall In Love With You I Wanna Have Your Babies This Must Be Love Thou Shalt Always Kill

Ooo, the pronoun game. This is just like off Chasing Amy and everything.

Pythagorean Theorem

Poor man's Reading tbh.

To be fair, Australian comedy (and, indeed, Australian culture as a whole) pretty much starts and finishes with Kevin Bloody Wilson.

Ongelooflijk!

Now that's what I call advance planning. Giving yourself plenty of time to chicken out again? Sounds grand though. First round of white wine spritzers is on me.

Now don't get me started on how much I miss Hamburg or I'll really be in a foul mood. We should meet up and drown our collective sorrows with a J2O or three. Pencil in the Chelsea game the weekend after next if you're around - it's televised and should bring with it sufficient misery to distract us. And that's just the joy of having to watch it in a Cockney pub.

Though if you're stuck on the wrong side of the train, your first impression tends to be more one of "Bugger me, I'd forgotten how ugly the arena is." I miss genuinely relaxed pubs with good craic (much as I hate that word) (other than [cue comedy arse references]), the fact that the city centre's so compact you can bomb around the place with ease, summer sunshine that isn't inextricably coupled with smog and breathing difficulties... I can't really think of many tangible things really, yet I imagine I'd be straight back up to the region if there wasn't anything holding me here. Oh well. That's my mood fucked for the rest of the day.

Eating Out Utterly, utterly, utterly awful.

T3 gains plus points for featuring Nick Stahl's nostrils of doom.

inhibitive didn't look right I got excited and added a syllable, ssm So shave me?