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There's just one thing missing from this thread....

It's a big circus isn't it? Awful really, just hanging around outside the hospital waiting for the bloke to die so they can be the first to announce it. 60684[/snapback] And making most ordinary people think quite un-ordinary thoughts along the lines of "for fuck's sake just die already". There's something not quite right there.

I've told you before, I'm not interested in all the Mardi Gras costumes you picked up on your last trip to Darlinghurst...

Samantha is a lesbian? (Sorry to propagate an LM/HTL Special for a cheap laugh... )

Not that there was owt original about "Start!", mind...

I dunno, I'd say the Jam's genuinely original, and hence influential, phase stretches from Tube Station in late '78 to Town Called Malice in early '82. Before that they were too derivative to be groundbreaking musically, though I'm sure they made an impact in terms of style and attitude, and afterwards it was all downhill towards the whole Style Council sound.

Got a text from him a few days ago, saying he'd changed phone numbers. Was one of the few Toontastic-ers I met, and he seemed canny enough. 60337[/snapback] And I got a text from him a few weeks ago from his old number, complaining that the "Accrington Stanley? Oo're they?" advert hadn't been included in some Best TV Ads Ever show. Legend. 60447[/snapback] Does he write REALLY REALLY long texts? 60448[/snapback] Exachhhhly! Actually, it was quite concise really. I miss not having JJ around on MSN when I'm still up at 5am bashing out some financial translation rubbish and I fancy a natter about Lithuanian Euro qualifiers.

Tsk... go find the thread.

Got a text from him a few days ago, saying he'd changed phone numbers. Was one of the few Toontastic-ers I met, and he seemed canny enough. 60337[/snapback] And I got a text from him a few weeks ago from his old number, complaining that the "Accrington Stanley? Oo're they?" advert hadn't been included in some Best TV Ads Ever show. Legend.

Never mind all this, how was the Karl Kennedy concert?

Who needs smack? I'll have EIGHT ESPRESSOS dammit

Spot on. I'm used to super-size mugs, though. I'll need at least four of those cups.

I need more coffee.

Aaaand I'm a freelance translator. Business has been less than steady lately so I'm basically having to take whatever I can get, no matter how unreasonable the demands (in this case, five days' worth of work in about three days).

Would that I did... Enjoy it, that is, not get paid. If I didn't get paid for it then I'd really be stoopid. I hope I get paid for it...

On balance, that wasn't particularly random. Um.... WRENCH/PAROXYSM. There.

Woo, it's 5am and I'm still working. Bless my customers and their unreasonable deadlines, not to mention my willingness to bend over (as it were) and chase the fast buck.

A mate of mine put it thus: Unfortunately, I had [my eyes] open to witness one of the most horrific crimes ever committed against celluloid. Seriously, it was the worst trailer ever made, EVER. It seems that there is to be a film of 'Lassie'. Has anyone else seen this? I don't feel that I am adequately able to describe how fucking dire it was... there aren't words. It was probably 2 minutes long and included every single ridiculous, offensive stereotype of poor stupid Northern folk with hearts of gold (I swear it opened with the line "theh clursin' down t'mine, Jurr") intercut with horrible, horrible shots of a stupid dog running around, golden and shiningly illuminated as if from some internal sun. And then STEVE PEMBERTON FROM THE LEAGUE OF GENTLEMEN. What. The. Fuck. Honestly, I still can't believe it's not a joke. It is a joke, right? ...Right? I mean, the shitty guitar ballad music which included the lyrics "she's turning me on"?? Bestiality? Family film? No. Please. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry or vomit, but then by the time the line "Yer a bad dog Lasseh and we durn't love yeh" was uttered, the choice was no longer mine to make: all three. Argh.

I don't really care about the wider debate, but saying something's "quite nice" isn't exactly equal to being actively influenced by it, surely?

I just struggle to get on with any band that seems so completely humourless...

That's uncanny.

...or at least I would if it was giving me any available fares at all for any dates around then.

I'm just about to book a London-Newcastle trip either side of Christmas... I have a feeling the prices aren't going to be pretty.

If they're claiming there wasn't even any potential danger, then why evacuate? Some people need to engage their brains...

Voom!