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I thought the flower swinging would have gave it away Or the Eurovision obsession

14 year old Paedophile? how does that work then? I'd say a 14 year old could be classified as a paedophile if they had sex with a young child. No? Yeah, I was just combining insults tbh. 14 year old having sex with a 15 year old? Paedophile? Technically "yes", but then that opens up the whole paedophile vs. child abuser thing...

Alright fucking Craig, did you fucking find the fucking fucker? I pay £100000 a week for some cesspit shoebox in sahf-east Lahndan, so I know the feeling. Stuff goes missing even when you know it logically must be around somewhere. Still, if even half the stuff I've "mislaid" during my tenure of this pitiful-sq-ft hovel turns up at the end of it all, I'll have a triffick eBay payday.

Alright trouble. Don't suppose you remember a lad called David Aitchison from the year above at first/middle school (or his sister Jane from the year below us, since that'd be more your territory)? Anyway apparently he died a week or so back from some undetected heart condition. What with him and Sharad, I reckon any of us who were at Central in the early 90s should be taking out some serious life insurance as a matter of urgency Aye I remember him, used to go to the running club at Central with him and used to play round his house after Archibald cos his mam and mine were friends. He was at the same cubs and scouts as me too. He lived just off your old street in Gosforth didn't he? Shocking news like, I've just cancelled my life insurance policy too! Rethink. Aye, I was on Woodbine Avenue and he was on West Avenue - I think he was good mates with Richard Elvin and that lot. Apparently he was a national-standard triathlete and just dropped dead without warning, despite being in top form. Can't say I remember too much about the kid but then I wasn't exactly the athletic type. Which is all the more reason to stock up on the life insurance, I suppose.

God I really don't care.

Alright trouble. Don't suppose you remember a lad called David Aitchison from the year above at first/middle school (or his sister Jane from the year below us, since that'd be more your territory)? Anyway apparently he died a week or so back from some undetected heart condition. What with him and Sharad, I reckon any of us who were at Central in the early 90s should be taking out some serious life insurance as a matter of urgency

Mornington Crescent

Who?

I was just pissed that they killed of Eko so quickly, after he did nearly all of the pre-season promo shite Cheers for the spoiler jesus, how far behind are you? I still haven't got beyond the pilot for the first series, despite shelling out 40 euros for the box set, so I reckon I can beat even that. Mind, at this rate it'll be 2015 by the time I watch the current series, so spoil away - my memory isn't quite that good...

"Shit, I've had to register sexyminxette69 with the authorities, I'd best start fancying adults now."

Public in "buying what's easily available and to which they're frequently exposed rather than obscure stuff they've never heard of" SHOCKAH!

As the man said "Popularity is no measure of artistic integrity" or something. Mr Blobby got to number one. Bob Dylan has never had a number one in this country, whereas Bob the Builder has. That may be true of the singles chart, but I propose that Dylan just about makes up for it with his six number 1 and 25+ top 10 albums.

Well it'd scare the life out of me.

G'luck! What am I g'lucking you for exactly?

Handy tip for people going to Sweden, that! ...oh.

Still, never mind - at least the same edition of the Sun was reporting on serious news stories alongside the sensationalist front page headlines. http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,4-2007040776,00.html

Don't know if they still do it now, but back in the day the sponsors frequently got a meet-and-greet with the man of the match afterwards, so it was often a case of who (out of those who hadn't played atrociously) they fancied rubbing shoulders with the most...

Goodbye Catalonia's rose...

J69 told me you don't have to drink to have a good time anyway. You do if the option is hanging out with drunken Swedes while sober.

This is true. Mind, I'm coming from a London perspective, so it's more the OURAGEOUSLY POOR QUALITY BEER that'll be an issue. Though every single pub in Jönköping seems to sell Brown Ale, so there's hope yet.

Off to Sweden on Friday, and I've just been reminded by work that I asked for tomorrow off as well. Beer anyone?

Then when the hake is it?

See, I told them introducing a transfer window was a bad idea.

If you insist...

Mangrove snapper rainbow trout Atlantic Ocean perch, Pacific whiting rock sole starry flounder? Haddock!