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Haha, fair enough.

I suspect you're looking for something a bit better and a bit less populated by stoodents and backpackers, but might as well mention it anyway: http://www.generatorhostels.com/en/london/ If there's several of you so's you can get a private room, it's no worse than any of the dated guesthouses closer to KX itself really.

The only way to eat them.

Shaun of the Dead?

I actually kind of miss living in shared digs. Although I'm sure I'd hate it within days if I tried it again now.

Like a kid who shouts "Score!" rather than "Shoot!".

Found an ideal Christmas pressie for Leazes:

Urgh. I'm getting too old for midweek drinking.

Right on, dude!

On the ball as ever.

"This pie chart shows all the girls I knew before... *points stick* ...and those I've yet to meet."

Congrats HF. Don't say "Rachel".

Aye. Obama looked and acted like he'd just woken up from a long nap. Definitely a Romney win (ignoring actual content, which obviously barely matters in these things).

Kenny Everett thing tonight was decent.

Asseptable. Glass of scotch at my side, Explosions In The Sky in my ears, proofreading on my laptop screen. Two out of three ain't bad.

I aim to please. But if I can't manage that, permanent scarring is fine too.

Now that's a fucking 80s chorus.

Have you got me blocked by mistake or something?

80s gurus Stock, Aitken & Waterman's first production. Under a pseudonym. You can see why.

Magnificent.

Songs need to be 2 minutes long again.

Aye, was basically going to say exactly that. "His Latest Flame" is a corker mind.

Or, failing that:

I'm on the £5 service (since my phone is from the 18th century and I never leave the house), and I bloody love it.

Good nose, cheeky finish. Hints of vanilla and freshly-cut grass.