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They'll add in chocolates, hampers, grovelling cards and the like too. That's what I did when exactly the same thing happened to me two months ago.

I think he's saying you'd have liked hearing Woy speak Nowwegian if you understood the language, because you're easily satisfied. Maybe he knows something we don't.

Hard to say, it just seemed a bit... teenage. Although it has taken me back to this article, which can only be a good thing: http://metaphilm.com/philm.php?id=29_0_2_0

Mind, Gemmill quickly put those knobbly knees to epic dancefloor use:

See, this is what makes going out in Scandinavia so difficult, even the straight lads look like benders. Chuck a pink skinny tee onto LBT's physique and send him out into the night with a few £10 beers inside him and it's no wonder we get confused.

Cracking thread lads. Haven't got enough time off for a "proper" holiday later in the year so I reckon we'll hop on the Eurostar and finally pop our Paris cerise.

You need to visit more often.

You have misunderstood the (north-eastern) English psyche towards the national team.

I'd call that much more interesting.

Hello sailor

If he had a problem with having Muslims as neighbours before....

Ouch. I withdraw my mocking, that's practically an abuse of human rights.

Watched Fight Club again last night as the fella hadn't seen it before. Unlike him, it hasn't aged particularly well.

Fuck me, I'm sold

Man, you should see it.

A number of studies suggest a tendential correlation between left-handedness and homosexuality/non-traditional gender identification.

Guardian-reading lefty lecturer types.

Twat.

For all I love my Leffe, any competition in which a Kristallweizen goes out in the first round is not a competition I want to be party to. Did you try it with a slice of lemon? That's how it should be done. (Well, and a bit of summer sunshine helps too.)

Sailing them over in a Muslim Submarine more like.

A heartwarming example of a racially integrated society.

http://lanadelreydancing.tumblr.com/

Gazza bought me a pint at the Rupali when I was 9. Our lives have progressed similarly ever since.

Abs-off! I'm game.