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I even had the commemorative mug. Cringeworthy tbh.

Hehe Its somewhere in outback Wales As was my last case of the aforementioned idiot syndrome. Llanfairfechan to be precise. Don't suppose we've been taking money off the same fools?

If it's postcodes I tend to look them up on Streetmap to see if the place actually exists. I've sold items to people who couldn't spell their town name properly before.

I think I wanted to be a journalist. This was before my Fop-inspired disillusionment with the profession as a whole, of course. I blame Dexter Fletcher.

Happy happy joy joy!

Get your motor runnin' (providing you can afford £3/litre petrol) Head out on the highway (after paying the relevant tolls and stealth taxes to Father State) Lookin' for adventure (that hasn't already been crushed by overbearing Health & Safety regulations) And whatever comes our way (though legal proceedings may be instigated in the event of any particularly unexpected surprises)

The pension system will be fucked by the time we retire anyway. And we'll be living under three feet of water.

Downfall Would I be missing the point if I complained that it suffered from having a few too many characters to be followed clearly? Still, everyone already knows the main players and events, and the whole thing is delivered with exactly the right sense of brutality, bleakness and futility - anchored by the highly (and quite rightly) praised central performance by Ganz. Complaints about the film "humanising" Hitler seemed to miss the salient point, at least as far as I'm concerned - namely that, at its base level, the Nazi machine was composed of humans, just like any other movement of evil throughout history, so there's great value in examining it from that human, personal perspective rather than rehashing the broad sweeps and overarching storylines of WW2 that we already know so well. That said, even with its curiously upbeat "unreal" ending, this made for such bleak Easter viewing that I was glad for the opportunity to recover with "Freaky Friday" on BBC1 afterwards.

Just recovering from a healthy lunch of chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate. Roast dinner to follow.

I like my coffee like I don't like my men: big, black, strong and sugar-free. As for tea, stick one "normal" teabag and one Earl Grey in a mug and brew for five minutes minimum before adding a splash of milk but no sugar. What's the deal with office tarts in this country who think that sugary, milky water with 30 seconds' worth of tea infusion in any way constitutes an acceptable drink?

Schnelsen or Moorfleet? I've never known the former be anything but hellish. And I used to need about four U-Bahns and buses to get there from my old haunt. Should have just got a cab really. Cracking meatballs though. Mancy knows I'm a fan.

It's fine here - twatface

I can only imagine how much that euphemism is overdone in your South London loveshack. See, I just knew that would happen, it was only a question of who'd get there first. Wacky and Smoothie are obviously busy with a laundry list of domestic chores today.

You should try doing the "hurdy-gurdy-hurdy-gurdy" Swedish voice around my mother if you ever see her at the match. She'll embed a gin glass in your skull before you can say "lutefisk".

OK then, I'll revise that to "All sports should take advice consisting of ideas they've already come up with".

I shall be honouring the "fish on Good Friday" tradition by preparing a meal of Jansson's Temptation, a Swedish anchovy and potato bake. Served alongside a huge pile of Swedish meatballs, natch.

All sports should take advice from people who don't actually watch them.

Gosh. It's almost like the authorities got something right for once.

I'd rather have a vote on who will overtake anyone else more than 5 times in the entire season, it's more interesting. Takuma Sato, obviously.

Of course! Now if they can just take a couple of decades off Murray Walker and make an animatronic version of James Hunt, I can pretend I'm 8 years old again and F1 is still interesting and unpredictable, and all will be right with the world.

I could live without both of them, to be honest. But yep, should be good news. No more having to switch to RTL during the ad breaks

That's how they should have spun the whole "offering 125% mortgages to people with dodgy credit histories and properties worth 7x their annual income" thing IYAM.

Ok, thanks Martin. With Amazon I could only find VHS copies? Oh, right. Sorry. I didn't look that closely. I'm trying to think if I know any friendly Finns in my circle of Eurovision freaks who'd order it, send it on to you and accept a PayPal cash infusion in return...

Really wanna see those fingers Also a fine show.

That's your girlfriend, that is.