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Just adds insult to injury. She earned that 14k by allowing fat, bearded old blokes to cum on her face. "Welcome to womanhood, love."

And broadcast it live on LivingTV, obviously. You have to feel sorry for her though. Not just in the obvious sense that she is dying but because she has absolutely no idea how to conduct herself and those around her obviously aren't helping. She's already a millionaire and I wonder if she'll really earn that much in her last weeks to make that much of a difference to the lives of those she is leaving behind. But she attaches infinitely more value to cash and being in the limelight than she does anything else. If she wasn't so interested in the latter, wouldn't she have had a quiet wedding (and the money saved could go to her kids). I think it would have been nice if she could have acted with a bit more dignity because I don't think her death (much like her time in the spotlight since she was on Big Brother) will be a particularly pleasant legacy for her children when they are older. She'll be remembered as a thick as fuck, ignorant media whore who couldn't even retreat into the background with a bit of dignity when she had (what is probably) days to live. All very sad and indicative of the UK today. You seem to be saying that with alarming regularity these days. I'm thinking it with alarming regularity. I guessed. Rather alarming, isn't it? All fairly indicative of the state of Alex these days tbh.

Except now he's playing for Scotland, they call him "Jobbie".

Always liked ol' Walt.

What in gods name is Trados? Translation memory software. Dead useful, especially during annual report season. Whisky is more fun though.

I used to get along to a canny few Whitley Warriors games back in the day. Where else would you get to hero-worship someone called Hilton Ruggles?

Trados and whisky.

No but your moronic thought counts a whole lot! Always a pleasure.

My parents turned 60 and celebrated 40 years since they first met in the same year, so I was able to get them various bits of 1948 - 1968 - 2008 commemorative stuff, memorabilia and random bits and pieces. That doesn't help you much though.

Funniest thing about that is that I've moved house so that's not my landline anymore Wait, wasn't it in the message about your new address? I'm sure that was why my phone used the number in the first place. Oh christ, I'm beyond confused now. Erm... happy birthday!

Oh go on then.

I took the "elongated connection" bit as a challenge to be as tenuous as possible, and I'm running with it, dammit.

Rode in a Sinclair C5 in close proximity to Frank Bruno. Served drinks to Greg Rusedski when he was still Canadian. Got a shout-out in a book by Tim Moore for providing information that I didn't actually provide.

SMO? He wishes, etc.

I quite like[d] it, but I've yet to meet anyone who'd really agree. And it's incompatible with several bits of cracked software, which is reason enough to regress to XP and wait for Microsoft's next earth-shattering mistake.

Never mind - I've sorted it. Should have Googled first really. Feel free to delete this.

Back for more punishment... After my recent problems, I've decided to revert from Vista to a simpler XP setup, which is now installed and basically running fine. I've also got my old Vista HD currently running as a second drive, and was hoping to be able to simply copy across the contents of My Documents etc. for use on the new system. However, I can't access the ...Users\Meenzer\ section of the old drive (which was also the Administrator account), even when logged in as Administrator on the new system - I just get a standard "... is not accessible. Access is denied" error. I presume it's protected in some way, as the directories for the older (non-Administrator) accounts are accessible, but I wouldn't have thought this would be a problem given that I'm not running Windows from the older drive. Apparently so, though. Any ideas?

Paul Frost laughed at me after I spent most of a performance of a Swedish Christmas carol on "Northern Life" poking the kid next to me every time he forgot the words.

A very happy birthday to you m'dear. I won't try to SMS the greetings to you, I'll only end up sending them to your landline again.

And shared a taxi to the match once with Jonathan Edwards and Kathy Secker. The Gosforth elite, man.

Oh, that reminds me, I had lunch with Andreas Andersson's heavily pregnant girlfriend. That was fun.

A bit. We came to a mutual agreement that my dad would have the rest because I didn't want to lose face. 'fraid not - it's standard-issue girls-with-guitars pop. Think Avril Lavigne meets Blondie's "Maria". Not my cuppa, but they'll do alright.

Said it before, but Gazza bought me my first pint at the Rupali restaurant in the Bigg Market when the team were out celebrating Darren Jackson's birthday. I was 9. (Maybe I should be posting this in the alcoholism thread. ) Oh and two of my friends have written this year's Irish Eurovision entry.

Let's see Louise Taylor put a positive spin on this one...

I have a massive 50p left over from the payout on a speculative Irish Eurovision Final bet the other night. As such, I feel like putting it on something spectacularly improbable. Any thoughts?