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At least I wash my hands after any such contact. Can the same be said of every Trent regular whose hand one might have the pleasure of shaking? :o

Seen it now. Not at all convinced it worked as a programme, but I can't quite put my finger on why.

That Elvis sways his hips a bit provocatively for my liking an' all.

So I'm talking to my fella just now, and he says "I was down by the beach on the lake today and got talking to this bunch of English people, they said they'd just hitchhiked from Sheffield for charity or something daft like that..." Small world.

I was absolute gash at football at little school, as Smooth Operator will testify. Developed into an adequate goalie by virtue of always being played there by default, and wasn't too shabby in deep midfield at high school when games/PE lessons weren't being run by a pair of sadists.

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That'd be squishy not fluffy.

The Decemberists - July, July!

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Sorry, I know it's schoolyard, but that's just made me crease up.

Quality of the attendees, y'see.

All you need is a location and your Car Cluedo guess is complete! On the Esso forecourt. Easy! It was the Morrisons one at Preston Grange. Can we not play Game Of Life instead? I'm shite at Cluedo.

All you need is a location and your Car Cluedo guess is complete! On the Esso forecourt. Easy!

Its been quiet on here this afternoon, don't say you've been working? He's been doing his homework on my preferences too. Alex has already offered a fiver and a pint though, so he'd better come along with a bloody good offer if he wants some action tomorrow.

Bloody hell. All that life-endangering effort and you end up in Belgrade of all places. Mind you, the bombed-out buildings, industrial works and smog clouds will be just like home.

Hitchhike! Even if you don't make it home, you'll have a great script for a Hollywood teen slasher movie at the end of it all. Not if im dead Write it on the hard shoulder in your blood.

Hitchhike! Even if you don't make it home, you'll have a great script for a Hollywood teen slasher movie at the end of it all.

Ok, fair enough, that beats my 48 hours.

How long you going for? I have to leave the house for Kings Cross in 90 minutes or so and naturally I haven't even thought about packing yet.

Close your eyes. Consider the prospect of 5 days a week at work. Consider doing that for the next 35-40 years. Consider that this is the last time you will EVER have this much spare time on your hands. Open your eyes. Now get yourself on an accountancy postgrad course ASAP.

Ah, university. That explains a lot. The Hotel's where I tend to end up these days, though increasingly as an old fogey in the back bar.