Meenzer

"...by the time you read these lines, I'll be goooooone..." What kind of a contrived name is Brittas anyway? Just gave him it so they could call the program 'The Brittas Empire' tbh. Coming up next, the exploits of hapless John Forrun in 'The Forrun Legion'!

"...by the time you read these lines, I'll be goooooone..." What kind of a contrived name is Brittas anyway?

Less of an issue working from home, where you can sit at the PC in your dressing gown with a mug of Lemsip and still get a bit of graft done, but they were a sanity-saver when I was over in Mainz.

Glad you've finally come to your senses Renton, I wonder how long it'll take the rest of your gang etc. etc.

Ah, but is that Terry from the House Of Love or Terry from East 17? Is anyone else not surprised that Meenzer is the first one on here to know who was in East 17? Ah, but House Of Love too. Totally schizoid tbh. Any Terry's do well in recent Eurovisions? Only the commentator.

Ah, but is that Terry from the House Of Love or Terry from East 17? Is anyone else not surprised that Meenzer is the first one on here to know who was in East 17? Ah, but House Of Love too. Totally schizoid tbh.

"Portion" sizes on nutritional information piss me off too. "Only 2g of fat per portion!", then you read the side and realise that a "portion" is half a teaspoon or something.

You and Asprilla's Foreskin should get together with me and my cack 'melodic rawk' band and make beautiful musical babies.

Actual loaves of crust-free bread. Picky kids should be rounded up and shot.

Ah, but is that Terry from the House Of Love or Terry from East 17?

The London free papers yesterday were hilarious. "G'wan Wayne, go get them useless Croats!"-type comments in the middle of actual articles. Bet they make nice reading today.

Only ever heard "Shine On", to my shame, but it's one of my absolute favourites from the era.

[/bandwagon] [/predictable]

Bottle it and sell it to Sainsbury's as "Cheeky Crispy Crunchy Dressing" tbh.

The Queen. Basically enjoyed it, and Helen Mirren is predictably good, but it did feel a bit like going to the cinema to watch an ITV Sunday night two-parter.

Next-door neighbours when I was growing up were Jehovah's Witnesses. Their kids accidentally knocked over our Christmas tree one year when we were messing around and their mum gave the poor buggers a right leathering because she was so worried we'd think they were trying to defile our Christian traditions.

No wonder I couldn't do a forward roll

Did yer teacher at school say to you "meenzer, when you leave school the job for you is translating articles about religous vehicles" or sommat? Either that or he's a translator. Could be that, aye. As mentioned earlier in the thread, I do finance/business stuff - this one's a Mercedes-Benz puff piece on their special protection vehicles, which happen to include the aforementioned Evil Killer Transporter.

And Four Lane Ends is roughly equidistant between those two stores. Mind, come to think of it, it wasn't even Asda when I worked there, it was the Benton Hypermarket (Co-op). I remember when going to the Hypermarket was a big event. Spoilt as a child, me.

Today I am mostly translating a text about the Popemobile. Class.

Work experience can be cack, like. I did a week at the Lloyds bank on Grey Street when I was 14. They didn't like the fact I was better at the thrilling task of cheque processing than the vacant frizzy-haired lasses who were doing it full-time, so they sat me down in front of a computer and got me to read stuff for the rest of the week instead. Still, got my bus fares refunded at the end of it.

I'm a German-English translator, mostly business/financial stuff. Employed by a Nottingham-/Frankfurt-based company but I work from home, which is canny.

At school I could never get the hang of forward rolls. I have no idea why. As for the gym, leg strength is no problem, but anything involving arm exertion is a no-no because of my inherently limp wrists.

Ken Hom