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Impressively, the beef in the middle has the texture of dead baby octopus.

Get a real coffee machine. (edit: THAT IS NOT ME VOLUNTEERING TO ASSIST YOU IN DOING SO)

If you've joined a gym that doesn't give you an induction and a tailored routine from an instructor after you join, you've joined a useless gym. Even my local council leisure centre does that.

Because that's how the continents stack up after you've removed the top seeds. No actual draws done today, just confirmation of the ranking- and continent-based allocations. They're saving their balls for Friday.

If I'm anywhere nearby and can't be arsed with the night bus trundle through Old Kent Road/Peckham, I'll get myself to the south side of London Bridge and hail a cab from there - you get a good few passing with their lights on and at least you know they're fundamentally willing to cross the water. #tactics #desperation #londoncentreoftheuniverseinnit

Shit. Ignore this thread, folks, nothing to see here....

In late-night taxi driver psychology, Kent is more northerly than South London.

Nine countries in pot 4 and seven in pot 2, so one will get switched to pot 2 before the draw begins. That country will then be guaranteed to meet one of the South American teams from pot 1. Just call me Jérôme Valcke.

How? HOW? HOW??????????

They're all white, innit.

£8k a year

https://soundcloud.com/television-garden-city/loser-hill-dj-mr-bronson

Depends on the job I reckon, if it's the kind of thing where it might be a point of interest at the interview (say) then it's worth adding. Mind, I always mention Eurovision. Gets it out of the way rather than having to come out at a later date.

It's Advent and I'm Swedish (or at least I would be if I was American), so it's time for more baking today. Already made the usual chocolate slices and these smashing crumbly rye cookies with honey, cinnamon and nutmeg, almost more savoury than they are sweet. Next up it's ginger thins using my gran's recipe, which is so old I had to convert the units from hogsheads and tierces and god knows what else.

And an "I'M WITH STEWPOT" T-shirt.

I just assume the worst unless proven otherwise. If it's from a supermarket it's probably pumped full of all kinds of crap, etc. etc.

Sergei Yuran

Bad shit, Tom. Hope something comes up as soon as possible. Also (belatedly) lol @ "Maften" Hall. Language-wise, that conjures up images of waftin' the bedsheets because it's absolutely liftin' under there.

http://www.waterstones.com/blog/2013/12/introducing-o-w-l-s/

Tragedy awaits.

That sums it up, aye

Despite the clunky title, Don't Ever Wipe Tears Without Gloves (BBC FOUR, tonight) could be something for the Scandophiles among you. Comes with a good reputation, but then so does everything Scandi these days.

Meanwhile, bears shit in the woods, the Pope is Catholic and Tom Daley is dating a man.