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At least you're close to home. I'm in Glasgow! Bitch of a commute.

Not many people know this, but I studied medicine.

I love the graffiti on that. DEAN SHAGGED ZOE HERE

I like that who's the artist? John Lennon's picture of George Robledo scoring the winner in the 1952 FA Cup final....No9 is Jackie Milburn....it appeared as the cover of Lennon's Walls & Bridges album in the 1970s, and he also released a single from it called "no 9 dream" " Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that but they are shit.

Yeah, I might fail my Viva for my Fellowship of the Royal College of Anaesthetists exams. I can just picture the question... "Never mind all that other shit, propofol [drug most commonly used to put people to sleep, looks like milk, killed Jacko] is formulated with purefied egg phospholipid, so which bit of a chicken do eggs fall out of?"

What personal details? That's the number of his GP isn't it. Only been to the gym once this week, too busy and too tired from the thing I do for work and the thing I do in my spare time. Will also be doing the thing I do in my spare time all weekend down in fucking Walsall (6.00 start on a fucking Saturday) as well then working long days doing the job I do on Monday and Tuesday so it's only gonna get worse.

Might as well curl out a steaming turd on it tbh. Eggs are rank. They come out of a chicken's arse ffs. Or something like that.

My facetious comment aside, that would actually be my choice! (Although it's massive isn't it (I've seen a replica in the museum in Barcelona) probably just as practical as having David in my front room. )

Michaelangelo's David. Although that might be a bit impractical, so I'll go for the roof of the Sistine Chapel.

Yes. But that probably won't help you now. Sorry.

I've been a subscriber for about four years now. Has had a bit of a resurgence of late, although paradoxically my favourite part (letters and top tips). I love Meddlesome Ratbag and Major Misunderstanding.

Great goal. Proper youthful know-no-fear dribble, including nutmegs. The one I always associate with him and miles better than the Arsenal one. Will still be absolutely delighted when he fucks off for good. I hope he called it as well. Nutmegs is the best thing in football and calling it as you jog past just rubs salt in the wounds. Acceptable variations include "Awooga" whispered gently in the ear. Whilst patting them on the fanny.

I'm guessing yours was a bit gamey at a week old? Best before was only yesterday, was fine.

Finally had my Valentine's pie beans and mash. How was yours Fish?

Wasn't it?

The way you've written that implies that you really wanted to see Yogi so took your child along as cover, rather than you taking them to see a film. Thats the way it was meant to come across man :whoosh: Fair enough

The way you've written that implies that you really wanted to see Yogi so took your child along as cover, rather than you taking them to see a film.

What do you mean? (Not being a dick, genuinely not a subject about which I consider myself "learned" ) Presume he means that 10kg each isn't exactly a lot of weight to be lifting so to make it worth your while you're gonna have to stack it on one dumbbell. I had an identical set and that's what I had to do and it is a pain. Mind you I gave them to my brother and he's skinny as owt so they were heavy enough for him, think he shoulder presses about 12kg altogether, bless.

Agreed.

Bingo! And again. Carr's laugh sounds too stupid for it to be fake.

Depends. If you're sat in the outside lane and there's fuck all in lane 1 then I'm siding with them rather than you - too many people are doing that these days. Course if you're overtaking something and going a reasonable speed then you're quite within your rights to proceed as you've explained The least of the issues where BMW drivers are concerned surely? Indeed that's a real fucking irritation for me, the hill section of the m2 on the way home, 3 lanes and there is always some spastics in the outside and middle lanes doing 50 because they can't get whatever heap they're in to go quick up the hill, with the slow lane empty holding everyone up. I was driving back from the Lakes on the A69 on Sunday which to those who don't know is a horrible road - one lane except for short sections of crawler lanes for most its length. Overtaking is difficult because it is winding and up and down, and the opposite lane is usually very busy. Anyway, I was behind an HGV and a crappy Fiat Punto overloaded with five people when we got to the first dualed section for 20 miles. Trouble is, it's uphill. The Punto pulls out and tries to pass the HGV, but can't because its underpowered. So I'm stuck behind this piece of crap as it drives parallel to the HGV, with a huge jam behind me. At the last minute, as the lanes converge again, it just gets ahead of the HGV whilst I have to fall back behind it. I swear to God if thoughts could kill then the driver of the Punto will be dead of bad aids and brain cancer within a year. Should have whipped your top off, pulled up alongside him at the next dual carriageway, opened the window and shouted "HEY! BIG BOY! THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET FUCKING UGLY FOR YOU MY FRIEND! NEXT LAYBY. YOU AND ME SUNSHINE. DONE!" The other car had five people in it, wouldn't have fancied Renty's chances. I was sorely tempted to chase down that wanker I mentioned above and give him a piece of my mind .

People's general intolerance and resulting hostility of having to wait for even a second really gets on my nerves. My road is a side street off a main road just before a selection of shops, cafes etc. There are nearly always cars parked on the main road either side of my street, which is also slightly uphill towards the junction. Because of this, if you wait at the junction line it is virtually impossible to see traffic, especially from the right, so I edge slowly out. Cars should be slowing down anyway as they approach the shopping area, but if one of them has to let you out it's usually with an angry glare, or in the case of one middle aged cunt in fucking 4 by 4, extending their middle finger (fuck off you pseudo American wanker). People who don't let cars out of junctions are selfish, ignorant, I'm-alright-Jack scum.

I like Radiohead (not a soopafan though) but

Oh dear.