Meenzer

They're artificial as anything, both flavour and texture, but then they're Pringles - it's like expecting real chocolate from Cadbury's. They're canny enough.

Got a friend coming over for chili con carne, pink champagne and some dodgy old Eurovision national finals on DVD. Rock the fuck on.

Who the fuck does he think he is? Attempting to bask in the reflected glory of the "sheet metal worker's son from Gosforth" and everything. The man's pure class.

Excellent, will be there for a winter warmer beforehand. Might even wear my black-and-white santa hat if you're lucky. (I shan't say where.)

Would Bassong have been sent off if Heskey had fallen outside the area? I assume he would, but I'd love to know the referee's take.

Ah, Trent definitely not open beforehand? Devastated! Anyone want to suggest an alternative, or is that just heresy? Definitely in afterwards anyway.

Erm, a defender FFS had just been sent off. What did you expect?

We're both saving ourselves for glorious cup runs.

I'm going with that stance, sounds ideal. I'm willing to take the hit to rid the world of Catholics. My martyrdom will be rewarded in heav... oh, wait.

That was spectacularly idiotic of Bassong. And after he'd been looking decent of late.

Why can't this tool on Radio Newcastle pronounce anyone's name? In our line-up today we have Guturez, Collocconi and, most perplexingly of all, N'Gobbia...

Am gonna look really thick now - whats a podcast ? Well in the case of what I listen to it's basically just a posh word for an mp3 of a radio show or two funny blokes talking crap at each other for an hour.

Cologne

Podcasts are my insomnia-time friend.

Well that was quiet. But sort of nice. Went out for two separate long walks and passed about two people on the way. Cracking!

Ask Rob W... enjoyed the last supper with him by all accounts. He's served up better in Club Class mind.

It must be the season of goodwill, I'm agreeing with Leazes on something. A very merry Christmas to all of you, and may it be a fine '09. You're all lovely.

Rydhsys rag Kernow lemmyn!

My company has a policy of not paying bonuses at all, instead "reflecting the company's performance in your salary throughout the year". Which is a fine load of bollocks.

My lot locked me in to a contractually agreed moderate pay raise to keep me on board for the next few years shortly before the financial crisis properly kicked in. And they denominated it in euros even though my salary's in sterling. Bet they're kicking themselves now. Similar story here anyway, lots of customers going to the wall/merging/scaling back their operations/suspending production etc. so it's all a bit hairy.

FYP LOL ETC. But seriously, this is the problem I invariably have (even with Oxford Street sometimes). Was on Northumberland Street today with some parental money to burn and, between HMV and Zavvi, I literally found one of the dozen or so CDs I had on my list (and I'd have had to queue up for god knows how long to pay even if I had found what I wanted).

Yesterday lunchtime was bad enough. Take booze!

Threads like this are why I love this place, swear to Invisible Cloud Being.

I fell into a coma before I could finish, etc. etc.