Meenzer

Good lord, that's a crazy line-up.

Dunno. My former housemate over there swears by a variety called Dornfelder, but there was only one year of it that I thought was much cop. That said, I prefer my wines almost undrinkably rioja-esque.

I'd say more widely available contraception was a far bigger factor. That and being a big fat gayer is far more socially acceptable in developed countries.

which one is that Meenzer? The Queen Edit: No pun intended Aye, that. I mean it's not a bad film, but surely there's nothing in its scope that makes it remotely Oscar-worthy?

An ITV Sunday night drama up for Best Picture. What a laugh.

That's true, booking BA is probably a bit of a lottery at the minute...

Bah. I just got tickets from the Beeb for a recording of The News Quiz. (Radio 4 comedy is the new mauve.) Only it's on the same night as the monthly Eurovision bash at the Retro bar and the Decemberists gig I've already got tickets for. Naturally, there's barely a sniff of social crotch for several weeks either side.

Mainz haven't lost for weeks.

Lucky fella.

Because "Austrians" has too many syllables for your average Brit. I see Fucking is near Tittmoning, Moosdorf, Fisching and Hörndl. Nice.

N-O crew, only Invicta thats a nonce really. How's the poker going? I played a poker night the other day at my local pub, went out on the bubble, nearly flipped the tables I fucking tell ya. top class craic that Shut the fuck up man. Boring as fuck isn't he? I hereby volunteer to bum him until he says sorry and fucks off. Unless he's all skanky and doesn't wash and stuff. He'll want at least a week of texting with you first. You up for that? Aye fine, I can send him pics of SMO's cock to keep him going.

N-O crew, only Invicta thats a nonce really. How's the poker going? I played a poker night the other day at my local pub, went out on the bubble, nearly flipped the tables I fucking tell ya. top class craic that Shut the fuck up man. Boring as fuck isn't he? I hereby volunteer to bum him until he says sorry and fucks off. Unless he's all skanky and doesn't wash and stuff.

Meanwhile, plucky little Andorra have just selected this bunch of pubescent Blink 182/Sum 41 wannabes to represent them in Helsinki: http://www.myspace.com/anonymouspunkrock It's going to be a strange year.

they downloaded verlaines album and suddenly life didn't seem worth living any more Loving this electro-pop version in German. "Laura du bist mein best freund..." http://www.bensmusic.co.uk/Songs/Originals...lectro-pop).mp3 Bit harsh him calling her a bloke, mind.

In serious need of a back, sack and crack treatment tttt. Alex, what is tttt? Noticed you've been saying it alot, but I have no idea what it is. "To tell the truth" I guess. Either that or he's calling me ToonTastic's Top Totty. You're deffo tttt tttt

In serious need of a back, sack and crack treatment tttt. Alex, what is tttt? Noticed you've been saying it alot, but I have no idea what it is. "To tell the truth" I guess. Either that or he's calling me ToonTastic's Top Totty.

This is awesome: http://www.celebrityspotlight.co.uk/danistatement.asp Some highlights: Danielle said in a throwaway manner "She wants to be white". This is much the same as when Danielle's friends tease her for her love of sunbathing and her mixed race friends joke with her. Friend of Danielle's Leandra Anderson said "If Danielle had been putting on fake tan for example, we may joke with her that she's 'trying to be black' but that wouldn't be seen as racist or offensive" -- "F*** off home" is a term frequently used sometimes as an insult and sometimes in a jovial fashion between young people today.

That's class

Brainstorm. Latvia's finest camp pop-rawk weirdos.

Big, fat, sweaty, hairy craic tbh.

Supposing ... There's only one thing worth debating online Charlie Brooker Friday June 2, 2006 The Guardian Last week I wrote a load of nonsense about flags and idiocy; as well as appearing in print, it also turned up on the Guardian's "Comment is Free" blog-o-site, where passersby are encouraged to scrawl their own responses beneath the original article. Some people disagreed with the piece, some agreed; some found it funny, some didn't. For half a nanosecond I was tempted to join in the discussion. And then I remembered that all internet debates, without exception, are entirely futile. So I didn't. There's no point debating anything online. You might as well hurl shoes in the air to knock clouds from the sky. The internet's perfect for all manner of things, but productive discussion ain't one of them. It provides scant room for debate and infinite opportunities for fruitless point-scoring: the heady combination of perceived anonymity, gestated responses, random heckling and a notional "live audience" quickly conspire to create a "perfect storm" of perpetual bickering. Stumble in, take umbrage with someone, trade a few blows, and within about two or three exchanges, the subject itself goes out the window. Suddenly you're simply arguing about arguing. Eventually, one side gets bored, comes to its senses, or dies, and the row fizzles out: just another needless belch in the swirling online guffstorm. But not for long, because online quarrelling is also addictive, in precisely the same way Tetris is addictive. It appeals to the "lab rat" part of your brain; the annoying, irrepressible part that adores repetitive pointlessness and would gleefully make you pop bubblewrap till Doomsday if it ever got its way. An unfortunate few, hooked on the futile thrill of online debate, devote their lives to its cause. They roam the internet, actively seeking out viewpoints they disagree with, or squat on messageboards, whining, needling, sneering, over-analysing each new proclamation - joylessly fiddling, like unhappy gorillas doomed to pick lice from one another's fur for all eternity. Still, it's not all moan moan moan in NetLand. There's also the occasional puerile splutter to liven things up. In the debate sparked by my gibberish outpouring, it wasn't long before rival posters began speculating about the size of their opponent's dicks. It led me to wonder - has the world of science ever investigated a casual link between penis size and male political leaning? I'd theorise that, on the whole, rightwing penises are short and stubby, hence their owners' constant fury. Lefties, on the other hand, are spoiled for length, yet boast no girth whatsoever - which explains their pained confusion. I flit from one camp to the other, of course, which is why mine's so massive it's got a full-size human knee in the middle. And a back. A big man's back. Anyway, if we must debate things online, we might as well debate that. It's not like we'll ever resolve any of that other bullshit, is it? Click. Mine's bigger than yours. Click. No it isn't. Click. Yes it is. Click. Refresh, repost, repeat to fade.

My fella got a random YouGov poll yesterday that included some questions on Carphone Warehouse's sponsorship and whether the "racism" debate was making people think less of them. I presume they've been bricking it since the whole thing erupted, in other words. Don't see why really, the viewing figures will be massive and it's not as if anyone'd think they were actively endorsing the views of the asylum residents or anything...

Bits of the scaffolding next-door keep coming down. Which is encouraging.

There's nowt wrong with an overfriendly Martin.

Marilyn Manson told them to do it by planting sublinabominable messages in music they didn't listen to because they hated it.