luckyluke

Post holiday blues. Not had them this bad for ages. Was only in the lakes for three nights. Stupid thing is I'm not even back at work for a week - in fact I'm off to Brussels tomorrow until the weekend. While my girlfriend's working during the day I'll be left to my own devices - if anybody has any recommendations I'll be grateful.

Haven't you been with him for years? That's the impression I got. Anyway, if you're unsure take him to the Keswick pencil museum, that's the real test.

They'd not had rain for 7 weeks apparently - until today, absolutely hammered it down. It stopped when we were leaving but those clouds didn't look like they were leaving anytime soon. Hope it's nice for you.

Could be postural hypotension (your blood pressure drops when you stand up so you pass out). Hope she gets it sorted out soon.

That's quite bad, but it's not getting soaked to your skin whilst fiddling with a pay and display machine (three quid fucking fifty!) so you can experience the 'pleasure' of the Keswick pencil museum, is it?!

She wasn't too impressed with their 7 foot pencil, something about it not measuring up.

Not in the sack she isn't.

Just got back from a brilliant few days in the Lakes. Took my (different) girlfriend to the pencil museum, she loved it.

I had a horrific kareoke experience about a year ago. My girlfriend and I were cajoled into going to a specialist place that used to be a strip bar by my 'mate' and his girlfriend, we were taken past the open area where large groups of people were drunkenly singing and laughing and ushered into a private booth. Given the building's former use this is probably where dead eyed surgically enhanced girls emotionlessly girated for fat old perverts, slapping away groping hands or degrading themselves further and committing acts of prostitution for grubby fivers. With the sounds of people actually enjoying themselves seeping through the dirty walls, my 'mate' and his girlfriend serenaded each other with a gloomy dirge of a snow patrol song. Struggling to think of a plausible excuse, we got up at the conclusion after what seemed like an eternity, and said simply "we must go". I've never seen my girlfriend move so fast as she sprinted through the bar to the door and safety. This is what kareoke means to me CT. is this what you want your house to become?

I think it's quite obvious what the utterly evil cunt was thinking. Probably rubbed his hands with glee when this story broke as a chance to futher demonise the poor.

End of the day the Guardian is a fine example of journalstic professionalism, morality and integrity whereas the Mail is a racist, homophobic, indoctrination machine that the loathsome right wing rich use to brainwash the minds of those too stupid to know any better.

Cheers

I'd lOve to see the cunt nailed to a lamp post by his scrotum

Anyone fancy a revolution?

Probably selling other "treats".

Pre med according to the Wikipedia article. In the US Medicine is a postgraduate degree. Not that it makes this case any less tragic obviously. She only recieved $1.1 million following appeal/settlement.

:D What makes this even better is that the guy doing the day shift has is hilariously grumpy even at the best of times so he's gonna flip his lid when I remind him he's getting an hour's less kip tonight

:D

Not bad. One night down, two to go. Shame to spend such a nice day in bed though!

Tbpf I don't see we why we should waste a second's thought on you backward spastics. The good old days gave us Jimmy Saville and his carte fucking blanche.

I said 'sometimes'. Afaic a Tory eating himself to an early grave can only be a good thing.

Sometimes I think CT is undeservedly bullied on here by the likes of Gemmill and Fist. And then he starts threads like this. I separate my stuff for recycling, although it all seems a bit futile when they knock up another huge steel and glass skyscraper in Dubai every week.

Every day I commuted to Huddersfield I was on the road to Liverpool (the M62 westbound) but I never got there.