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Steering clear of Marmaris because Turkey shares a border with Iran is akin to avoiding New York City because you're worried about Mexican bandits.

I'm starting to feel like CT in my lack of independent curiosity. And if that creeping sense of shame doesn't make me investigate, nothing will.

Could be, actually. I'm too lazy to even find that out.

Pretty much, at least when it comes to my main current account - it's a faff changing standing orders, direct debits, stored debit card details on websites etc., especially at regular intervals and when most current accounts give you pretty much fuck-all anyway. Savings/ISAs are a different matter and I'll always take a look around there. Never been overly bothered by the morals of the thing really. I know it's hypocritical of me to shrug and say "they're all as bad as each other" when I hate it when people say the same about politicians (for example), but the magnitude of the dubiousness that most financial institutions have been involved in makes it hard to relativise my own decisions on the high street.

"the poster LeazesMag"

When I was uninsured in Germany I paid about €500 for a doctor to stick their finger up my arse for a few seconds. Would have been better off just going to the Reeperbahn.

Somewhere sunny and cheap enough (Portugal or the Canaries seem likely) for Eurovision in May (am I fuck spending two weeks in Copenhagen after two weeks in Malmö last year), and a week in Portugal in June too, ostensibly for Matt's stag do but mainly so I can admire the Fish's abs at close quarters.

Could be arranged. Tweet me, baby xx

Bested.

And completing the series, Dod and Dud:

Once you get on Kim's bad side, you tend not to winalot.

Clearing the cupboards (well, mainly the fridge) here too in advance of the hike Toonwards tomorrow morning, so tonight it'll be tagliatelle with salmon and artichokes in a creamy white wine sauce, don'tcha know.

The news media. People know it's raining where it's raining; they have windows and/or their kitchens are flooded. For the rest of us, telling us it's raining from inside a studio will suffice. There's really no need to actually drown reporters.

Given your aversion to reading, that must basically amount to (I know what you meant. )

It's my first game of the season too. A 0-6 reverse is now officially on the cards.

His authorial pseudonym is Kevin Carr's Aardvark

No market nearby (or near work)? I have no reason to suspect that the veg from the one here is necessarily any better (though the range is surprisingly good for Lewisham), but when it's a quid for a scoop of peppers compared with 90p each at the supermarket, say...

That's sobriety for you. Welcome to the dark side.

He claimed the hoe was asking for it, mower's the pity.

Weetrose?

I trust and hope you pronounce it "keen-WAH!" with an air-kiss flourish on the "WAH!".