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and only then? Especially then, but not only then. The happy hour part is particularly pertinent as a general rule, I find.

All cocktails are fine if you're out with your workmates and ordering pint-sized drinks during happy hour at a Mainz cocktail bar in an effort to scare the Germans and blot out the futility of your financial-translation-based existence.

is a lovely fluffy character with a wet nose

Wine's OK if you're out somewhere as long as there's two or more of you sharing a bottle, I reckon. Buying by the glass? Less so. Especially if it's rosé.

Even if one of your dads was Greg Evigan? Bloody hell, I watched that regularly and all.

That Schumacher/Coulthard incident and the fallout.

This thread is even more random than the random conversation thread. When did it become a bad thing to have somewhere to keep your stuff?

Home brew I'm guessing.... Depending on how literally you mean that, I may withdraw his invite to our bring-a-bottle housewarming.

Chilli mayo? That can't possibly be allowed.

Shhhhhh.

loves it really

Blowing hot and cold? Both literally and metaphorically. Or something.

Speaking of old skool, our boiler is playing up at the minute. I'm actually scared to call around for quotes in case I get one of you lot on the other end of the line.

Where's Blaydon when you need him? Wait, don't answer that.

Wait, is this GRC or word association?

Flibble.

And to any chimps, for that matter.

You must of said something to upset her for that to happen. "Schweinhund! Hande Hoch! Raus raus!" (copyright Commando comic) I imagine "Rein raus!" was more on his mind at the time.

"Kelly Holmes with a strap-on", allegedly.

The problem is that being female in a societal sense, or even a broadly physical sense, doesn't necessarily tally with being female for the purposes of athletics. It's rare for the two worlds to face off against each other, but that's where we're at and the end result is bound to be awkward whichever way the decision falls.

Badoer acted like a true F1reject. I'm so proud.

God, but it does. Those dinky nipple-sized plasters are your friend, even if they do look mighty odd.

Ah, the guy from Mallrats. </philistine>

Just got back from Berlin - thought we'd take in the first four days rather than the whole thing, as you get the best British medal hopes and the 100m too. Felt a bit sorry for the heptathletes like, halfway through their joint lap of honour and they had to stop and watch Bolt steal their thunder quite comprehensively.