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I just felt this thread deserved some randomness.

Then trim it, dear Markie, dear Markie, dear Markie Then trim it, dear Markie, dear Markie, trim it

Closer to this kind of thing I suspect http://www.toontastic.net/forum/index.php?showtopic=11376

As I said, towel wars, the only wars we can win by the efficiency of our cockoo-clocks... My (German) housemate in Mainz was absolutely convinced it was the Brits, not the Germans, who did the whole towel thing and were renowned for it. I couldn't persuade him otherwise. We don't, do we?

http://www.toontastic.net/forum/index.php?...11475&st=40 Does it count if Brock's happy with the woman in his life? If so, we have a winner!

It's well past your bedtime anyway, surely?

The 10% rule is immediately skewed by the "football fan" attribute, I suspect.

Which (a) is fucking fantastic when you eat it over there, and ( has been largely corrupted to an inedible mess in the UK.

Pickled toenail is a Balkan delicacy, I'll have you know.

Sounds good! I've got 2 weeks to take between now and April. I feel a spring break coming on Rah! Care to join me in Belgrade for the Serbian Eurovision final? That's the best offer I've had in the last half hour, so who knows? Would the prospect of 1-litre bottles of wine for 80p help? Sometimes they don't even have bits of grape skin floating in them...

Sounds good! I've got 2 weeks to take between now and April. I feel a spring break coming on Rah! Care to join me in Belgrade for the Serbian Eurovision final?

Work just approved my 3 days of holiday in March despite the fact that we have a "holiday block" from mid-February to the end of April. This improves my mood somewhat.

Any felching?

My Bosch coffee machine.

Ahh, that explains why there was a drunken Aussie on the tube platform at Kings Cross last night singing about how much he adores his homeland. I'm surprised no-one told him to piss off back there if he loves it so much.

He's barely even a Cherno Jobatey.

I'd never thought of it like that. Sounds like the kind of tip you'd get on Anthea Turner's Perfect Housewife or something. "Gays! Cut down on unnecessary seepage..."

That'd have been far too sophisticated.

Neither, mercifully.

Messy? Well yeah, a bit. Seriously, you don't want details, do you?

In contrast to the mindless bureaucracy foolishly disguised as bureaucrazy I had to cope with last summer. Honestly I never thought there was a country with even more forms than us. I've just had to battle through my last Steuererklärung (numerous annexes, copies of British wage slips and all) for the sake of the six whole weeks I worked as a Selbständiger at the start of 2006. You're not getting any sympathy from me on this one.

Mindless bureaucracy cunningly disguised as efficiency.

It was quick and messy. Little much has changed.