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Now that's taking things beyond the realms of the plausible.

When a hapless Scot, traversing the second tier Many journeymen warriors doth employ; Be still, o tired and sceptical seer! All foes the chicken masters shall destroy.

So, how long until this thread reaches 10 pages of people being totally not bothered about N-O? I give it to about 8pm.

Hope this doesn't affect the next series of The Apprentice.

"mintness", apparently.

Ee, you're quick!

Oo. I think it worked. And I think I managed to make it not post irrelevant crap all over your Facebook wall.

Is this on a website somewhere or is it phone-only? My telephony is decidedly 20th century.

I'm anyone's for a lamb jeera. (And him indoors is away overnight on work business )

Then why have you asked me out on Thursday?

Nah. Nearest I've come is being "mugged" at a train station by two lads who ended up giving me back my mp3 player because it wasn't worth their while nicking it.

Ahhh, that's better. Smashing time at his friend's wedding last night - just the right amount of drunk, just the right degree of ceilidh dancing avoidance - then promptly put together an IKEA sofa and footstool on returning home, followed by doing the last clean and clear-up at the old place and closing the door behind me with the keys left inside. Now kicking back on said sofa with a beer and a pile of reduced Tesco sarnies. This is the life.

Oh yeah.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/awesomer/the-8-greatest-craigslist-jo-sessions

The German press aren't too happy. Their player scores always use the school mark system of 1-5, corresponding to A-E on exams here. But apparently they were shite enough tonight that the introduction of a 6 was necessary.

Train to Metheringham then a local bus (or a cab, depending on the timetable) on the way up, cab to Lincoln then train on the way back, most likely. Obviously driving would be a lot easier but I intend to get thoroughly smashed and I'd rather be brutally hungover on three trains than at the wheel of one car.

Woodhall Spa, apparently. Absolute cath-word to get to by public transport, but I can't be arsed with driving this weekend.

He gets a nosebleed if he ventures this far out into the wilds anyway. Which is fine by me, it's good to be able to keep him where I want him.

Aw, thanks. It'll be grand once we've got used to it. (And yes. Wine is good. New place has a wine rack built into the TV unit. I approve.)

Oh god. Just about survived the house move at the weekend, just about survived unpacking, just about survived disassembling, moving and reassembling a double bed with a pneumatic base thing (seriously, why would you?) on me tod, just about survived lugging and (worse) paying for a bunch of furniture for the new place tonight. So there's only the small matters of furniture assembly and cleaning the old place from top to toe between now and Friday, while working, and then I can finally relax. Except we're off to a wedding in Lincolnshire at the weekend. If there's red wine on the table, nee fucker else is getting anywhere near it.

You can just call them Chemnitz btw. Same way as Hamburg is actually "Hamburger SV". </geekhatoff>