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The rest of that parsnip glut, incidentally, went into a curry with chick peas, okra, spinach, peppers and whatever else was kicking about in the veggie drawer. The sweetness of the parsnips counterbalances the spices really well, but like with any good veggie curry, the seeds - cumin and yellow and black mustard seeds in this case - are the true heroes. Mouth-popping goodness!

I'm all for Scotch independence. We can do a sneaky Greek-Cypriot douze points swap at Eurovision every year.

"Suck me clems" is a much underused phrase.

I wrote a "20 worst Eurovision songs of the 2000s" blog post once. It was very cathartic. Cath would have had a seizure reading it though. Good stuff Stevie, you're at your best when there's a bee in your bonnet.

We have Glacier Mints. The French, on the other hand...

At last, a practical use for Google Translate! Click the "listen" button on the right-hand side and enjoy... A happy dot song: http://translate.google.com/#en/ja/%24%24%24%24....%24%24%24%24....%24%24%24%24....%24%24%24%24....%24%24%24%24....%24%24%24%24 The Batman theme: http://translate.google.com/#en/ja/77777777777777777%20Batman Beatboxing: http://translate.google.com/#en/de/pv%20zk%20pv%20bschk%20zk%20pv%20zk%20bschk%20pv%20zk%20pv%20bschk%20pv%20bschk%20pv%20bschk%20bschk%20pv%20bschkkkkkkkkkk%20pv%20zk What the fox say: http://translate.google.com/#en/ja/888oo%20888oo%20888oo%20888oo

I never mentioned Cliff Richard.

He left at 2-0 this time. Didn't help.

Aye, haven't used it in this country yet but we basically only use airbnb when staying in cities abroad now. Tons better, especially if you're going to be a member of the Eurovision press corps for two fucking weeks for some reason that seemed like a good idea at the time away for a while.

Been catching up on stuff from several years ago, courtesy of Film Four. Kick-Ass was average. No Country For Old Men was a giggle.

Catty fer me like.

If I had 3.9 pence for every worthwhile post you've made I'd have 0 pence

You tell 'im, Pickles!

I'm basically falling apart so it's pretty much everything I think.

Ah well. Breakfast will taste all the sweeter.

Says 11-16 hours on the form. The walk-in centre's open till 11am or thereabouts, but I'm best getting it out of the way ASAP work-wise, i.e. as soon as they open at 8. Knowing my GP it's not unfeasible that he's just taking the piss, but hey. All that having been said, and not that I intend to be a naughty rule-breaker this time, I presume you don't need to follow these things too closely really...

Just whipped up a natty avocado salad with cucumber, red onion, garlic, lime juice and coriander... ...then remembered I'm supposed to be fasting because I've got a blood test first thing in the morning.

A blogger makes the ultimate sacrifice: http://freakytrigger.co.uk/popular/2011/05/bryan-adams-everything-i-do-i-do-it-for-you/?comment-page-all#comments

One does indeed long for the days of classic #1 singles like or or, lest we forget, the biggest selling single in the year of "Ticket To Ride", "You've Lost That Loving Feeling", "We Can Work It Out" and "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction"... We shan't see days like those again.

I hear they're not too fond of you....................................