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If the fame is for something worthwhile and leads to some degree of wealth or comfort, I'll take it while I'm alive. The idea of eternal renown is pleasing but I'm fairly unlikely to have any offspring to bask in the reflected glory, so hey.

Sweet lord, have you seen some of the reader comments? Daily Mail-tastic!

Medical condition that forces you to only eat exceedingly bland food, or medical condition that means the only thing you can drink is water? (Not trying to taunt Steve with this, honestly. Well maybe just a tiny bit.)

Choruses and hooks are so last century anyway.

That's tough, I mean I often wish I could go back and tell the younger version of myself to do this, that and the other differently, but starting all over again is a different matter. Obviously you wouldn't be aware of ever having been someone else, but I'd rather work on making myself a decent and generally wonderful person in this life, even if I have gone 28 years without bothering so far.

I like the music. "Jump" was my favourite of theirs.

If you think that's bad, you should see the kind of thing they get up to at the weekend:

Depends. If I choose the latter, will it make a difference if I start repenting?

Slight difference tbh. Aye. Make it "Dangerous Darkie" or "Charred Coon" and then I'd be impressed.

It's 3 seconds long, so the synopsis would be one syllable or so. It's really not worth it.

(Not sure why.)

Out last night and again tonight, despite feeling absolutely dead on my feet. Weekend plans? None at all. Someone's having a laaaaarf.

Have a wicked birthday!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/europe/6544965.stm

I find myself playing up my accent (which is basically nonexistent) whenever I order at the bar or talk to randoms in a pub in Newcastle. It's a bit daft really but I find myself doing it instinctively as a kind of defence mechanism against being taken for a shandy-drinking southerner.

Gemmill is down with the Calpol massive.

Serious? Only vaguely }

FYP OMG WTF Is that the one with Syphilitic Nights in it? Pissing lightning....whoooooah pissing lightning. A wella wella wella ouch.

Nor was I.

FYP OMG WTF

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.