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Similar waistlines too.

Samuel's right insofar as you're prepared to give him credit for satirising the fact that any player coming out now would feel more like a publicity stunt than anything else. Snide digs about "being a closeted gay" = "carte blanche for acting like a twat" (for all he'd claim he's referring only to Barton's who-me attitude) suggest that any any such insight was more accidental than intentional though.

I had to Google "Lady Bunny". I'm a little bit worried about Samuel now (well, more so than I was generally given his prevailing heart attack risk).

And speaking of quality journalism... http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/football/article-2243241/Joey-Barton-footballs-gay-hero--Martin-Samuel.html

Twitter's definitely complicated matters. Even the most genuinely respected of sports journos seem to descend into slanging matches on there on occasion, especially after a few drinks. Ryder's still a massive fanny, mind.

Lo-fi art is great

I am so not getting laid tonight

A frankly heroic first effort at recreating a bit of Sri Lankan street food without the intense searing chilli pain the local takeaway insists on adding. Followed this recipe, using double the garam masala (as I couldn't find chaat masala), frozen coriander instead of fresh, and adding a small amount of finely cubed lamb just before the tomatoes went in, which was timed well enough to cook it to a decent moistness. As for the parotta themselves, you can use any kind of roti-style flatbread really - the local Multi-Ethnic Food Shop happens to stock roti already frozen and pre-chopped, which is superbly lazy and only to be encouraged. Rather like the root veg curry the other day, it comes out looking a bit like random stuff in a bowl: ...but the flavours are just superb, with the chilli kick (I used one small green chilli for the quantities described in the recipe, which was enough for an initally sharp then nicely smouldering heat) offset by the smokiness and near-sweetness of the spices, the curry leaves and even the onion and tomato. I am so getting laid tonightOur taste buds are very, very happy right now.

I'm on the train to Newcastle that day. Arriving at 14:01. Bastid.

I'm starting to see why CT is so suspicious of reading.

99/00 was worse though, as I'm sure we all remember only too well (13 points after 15 games), although at least things were on the up at this point. On the other hand, if now were then, we'd be discussing the performance of the likes of Stephen Glass rather than an Argentinian international.

Don't count your chickens, a childhood of being exposed to your music collection might turn him gay yet.

https://twitter.com/RoyalFoetus In related news, Kate's up the duff.

Aye, like people pushing their pram/buggy into the back of your legs in the queue every time you shuffle forward, with apparently no awareness that they're even doing it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmHMz_8KkJ4

Class

Aye, that sounds about right. The whole of Bavaria is basically a glorified theme park, but if you're in the mood it can be canny enough.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5oGB2Spkbw

Berlin is fucking dangerous magnificent.

And how well I blow.

A "Norwegian" who deals in lbs and oz. Rightio.