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I had a superbly irrational fear of that game on The Price Is Right where you have to get the mountaineer to the peak of the mountain without falling off the other side. I just couldn't stay in the room and watch it. I have no idea why.

Mainz are so fucked. (Hamburg ain't looking too grand either.)

Yep, but now imagine the taste of it when it would be put in a tin... Gepwnt.

I miss AC/DC Man from the Mayfair. They'd stick on an Acca Dacca track early doors, before the place properly filled up, and he'd do this manic half-skip, half-run around the dancefloor whilst playing air guitar and doing the vinegar-strokes axe-solo grimace. For the entire song. We gave him a round of applause once and he stared us out as if he was going to kill us.

When your national dish is seasoned innards, sawdust and floor scrapings fashioned into a phallic shape and wrapped in skin, I'd say that gives you precious little room for debate.

The Beavis & Butt-head and South Park movies were even better than the series that spawned them, so I'm hopeful, though I suppose there's a far bigger body of work to live up to in this case. EDIT: Mind, nothing should ever dare take on the sheer comedy cheese of Hot Shots: Part Deux's Iraq-and-a-hard-place gag.

Tuna, I suppose. But only when combined with pasta, slices of red and green peppers, a good dollop of pesto and some parmesan and black pepper to finish, so I'm not sure that strictly counts.

Continuing the feline theme, with the usual apologies if this is a re-post PLEASE DON'T SHUN ME etc.

I'm always damp when I'm near you Or is it cos I'm incontinent

I love the smell of a damp Bobby Shinton.

How do you freestyle John Barnes? You've got to hold and give, but do it at the right time.

Fucking hell.

has some remarkable stuff in his mind

has got a bad case of resurrection today

Have to confess I hadn't heard of it, but since it's by the same fella who was behind L.I.E., I suppose I'd best check it out.

Oo, good spot re the Aristocrats. Video duly set (how very last-century).

Can't beat a decent veggie stir-fry. Well, obviously you can, but it's still fairly nice.

Mince pie and chippy chips. Mmm.

Since it's hard to blame him for taking the cash and plaudits that the music industry seems happy to spunk all over him, I suppose I have less of a problem with Doherty himself than the stoodenty wankers who hang onto his every word ostensibly because his lifestyle is that of a REAL MAN. It's pretty depressing.

Touristy stuff is tomorrow, weather permitting - it's meant to be a bit nicer the next few days. Definitely going to get up to Kalemegdan, looks spectacular! Fella reckons the Cuban place could be Que Pasa, but if there's one thing I've noticed so far it's that there are literally tons of places to eat and drink in this city. I'm not saying I was expecting a pseudo-Communist hellhole with bread queues, but I'm dead impressed at how into their cafe/bar/live music culture they are.

Vacances of a sort, the fella's over here on his uni year abroad and I've got holiday entitlement to burn before the end of the year, so it seemed a reasonable conclusion. Have found an English-speaking café with awesome pizza and even better cakes, so that's basically where I'm spending most of my time while he's at classes. There's nothing like integrating with the locals.

Aye, I've been tempting fate by wearing my Newcastle hat around the place. Got accosted by a couple of drunken lads on Saturday night who I thought were about to start something, but it turns out they only wanted to drag us to a Cockney Rejects gig at a nearby basement scabhole. Foreigners...

Woo Hoo Woo Hoo Hoo

Quite nice here. Bit wet and miserable today though. Did I miss a football match on Saturday or something?

Aye. All your fault. You be careful, I have some of her new album to send you. What an excellent time to be leaving the country for a week.