Meenzer

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?

American Idol? What? I don't watch that shit, someone e-mailed me with it Presume you didn't watch the clip either then Fuck off, slack arse It's not even American Idol, it's "Nashville Star" That was my point in the first place, Einstein - it's "Nouvelle Star", hence the French TV ident and all. Honestly, if you're going to try your hand at pedantry...

Because it was a cuntish thread from a boorish poster really. You're just saying that because Shints looks like one of those dodgy blokes who hangs round the gents at Halfway II Heaven and you're getting flashbacks to being molested by Jonny.

American Idol? What? I don't watch that shit, someone e-mailed me with it Presume you didn't watch the clip either then

I'd gladly go back to Germany if the circumstances matched. Other than that, I reckon Aussieland would be worth a pop (despite the natives).

American Idol?

Hoddle & Waddle - Diamond Lights

Just got a call from the German office and I'm getting a small but perfectly formed pay rise.