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Should be knighted for services to the British joystick industry. 174372[/snapback] Is that a gay thing, or are we talking about Decathlon/the sequel Supertest? 174374[/snapback] The latter. Though now you mention it, that moustache was a bit pornstar, wasn't it?

Should be knighted for services to the British joystick industry.

And you used to chastise me for drinking it! I believe "smells like wee" was your phrase of choice. Fucking turncoat.

statistically more chance of been blown off on the way to the airport 174268[/snapback] Never happens to me. 174274[/snapback] Gatwick Express, 5:57 tomorrow morning. Be there or be unfulfilled.

Sounds GREAT.

But you ARE a hom! So drinking herbal tea is to be expected. 174191[/snapback] Are you calling wor cuppa a puff?

My best mate's the spit of Gordon Freeman so I should probably vote him out of solidarity, but it's gotta be Link.

Never been a huge tea drinker, but I'll often have a cuppa late at night to unwind (or when my body can't stomach the idea of even more coffee). Of course I do like some herbal teas, but that puts me firmly in pink zinfandel territory so I'll shut up before anyone (like Gemmill) calls me a hom (like Gemmill).

Oo nice, I'm already a bad flyer so I'm sure this isn't going to make me nervous in the slightest tomorrow morning. Angel on right shoulder: It's only a 90-minute hop over to Hamburg, nobody would have any interest in targeting it. Devil on left shoulder: Ahhh, but Mohammad Atta and his terrorist cell chums trained in Hamburg so if there's anyone with a beard on the flight then WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE HORRIBLY God I hate my brain.

London's alreet, but then being sarf of the river I get to use overground trains rather than the Tube (particularly useful in summer). Buses are OK too. My experiences in Newcastle have always been OK, but then I'm a spoilt Gosforth boy and the High Street is stupidly well served for buses straight into town (meaning you can avoid the Metro, mercifully).

Thought this was going to be a thread about Muse.

You're just jealous because they never line up rows of pink zinfandel spritzers.

Glass or two of wine with a meal and a few beers whenever I'm out, couple of times a week I suppose. Not too bad but still well over the laughable recommended limits.

I woke up at 6 with a hay fever-related attack of the killer sinuses, returned to discover the bed had been colonised and have been grumping on the sofa ever since. Want to send some work my way?

Give him two years and he'll be learning Arabic on a BBC2 reality show.

All sounds a bit gay to me.

I'm not even supposed to BE here today.

Can't imagine what got you thinking that...

It's pure evil. Like bingeing on Tesco Value anything.

Waitrose is a middle-class woman with delusions of grandeur.

Aye, red wine's my usual tipple and I rarely have problems. Seems to help if I stick to the same one all night though.

Don McLean's "Vincent" would no doubt appeal to would-be unappreciated geniuses with an overblown sense of their own importance.

Pear Kopparberg's where it's at.

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