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Doing time for dd? 188708[/snapback] Worse - living in Germany 188715[/snapback] No cars in Germany 188718[/snapback] Aye, fantastic public transport though

Doing time for dd? 188708[/snapback] Worse - living in Germany

Did it once shortly after passing my test, just to a friend's and back after 3 or 4 drinks, and I was so alarmed by how much worse my perception and reaction times were that it put me off ever doing it again. Mind, I haven't driven for about 7 years now anyway.

Celery with no chicken salad. Dead nice low-fat Caesar dip though.

Wonder if you'd get in trouble for weeing on it

De Dodi Do, De Da Di Died.

I think anyone who has that much emotion invested in someone they don't actually know needs their head checked. 188485[/snapback] Psychologically it's probably more the vivid, splashed-across-every-channel personification of their fear that absolutely nothing in life is ever permanent or guaranteed. Either that or they thought she was a really snappy dresser.

I can understand why the outpouring of grief was so huge at the time tbh, for whatever reason she had an iconic status for a lot of people (particularly young women from Foreign, as I discovered on my year abroad when they wouldn't shut up asking me what I thought about her ). Anyone who's still hung up on it now wants their head read though.

One side of Hamburg to the other, no idea how far that actually is though. Bloody city has to have a huge lake in the middle of it...

*pops head out of coffin* What man! I'm deed! 188420[/snapback]

Happy birthday, and may you continue to enjoy my craic!

I find the technical skill amazing, I just haven't got the patience to sit through two hours of it. Unless the music's good.

If only he could make us understand

0 Day(s), 0 Hour(s), 41 Minute(s), 4 Second(s) Countdown to the close of the transfer window.

Did you get fucking soaked on the way back to it then get stuck in the traffic for Oasis at Knebworth on the way back too? What a fun day that was. 187145[/snapback] My old man got pulled over in North Yorkshire for "not driving equidistantly between the lines". It was that kind of day really.

Well if you insist. Kecks off, Daniel.

I went there for a day in 1994 while in Helsinki for the European Athletics. My friend over there insists that things have changed rather substantially since then (it was all quaint-but-quiet old squares and wizened ladies selling cheap tabs from roadside shacks), and I have no reason not to believe her, though I intend to remain sceptical purely because it winds her up. Happy to ask her for information if anyone's got anything specific they need to know, anyway...

Unless you eat it instead of a black forest gateau, or have someone leave it 6 miles away for you to find. 187254[/snapback] Or leave it till well past the mysterious "Saturday" in question, thus shedding a few pounds via a nasty case of gut-rot. Might improve the flavour though.

TV and film legend Mr. T yesterday expressed his dissatisfaction with referees' chief Keith Hackett, saying that... .....what?

I'm a rocket man myself.

Bah.

Celery 187179[/snapback] I know. Health kick.

...on this pack of celery from Tesco simply says "Saturday". Nice of them to be so specific.

True, it's a strange evolution, but I don't know of any lesbians who'd choose the word "gay" to describe themselves. I suppose it's become more aligned with male homosexuals as an adjective/noun and they like being all butch about it.

Why not just get a pint every day? 187147[/snapback] Family friend's a lazy old sod.