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Never mind all this, how was the Karl Kennedy concert?

Who needs smack? I'll have EIGHT ESPRESSOS dammit

Spot on. I'm used to super-size mugs, though. I'll need at least four of those cups.

I need more coffee.

Aaaand I'm a freelance translator. Business has been less than steady lately so I'm basically having to take whatever I can get, no matter how unreasonable the demands (in this case, five days' worth of work in about three days).

Would that I did... Enjoy it, that is, not get paid. If I didn't get paid for it then I'd really be stoopid. I hope I get paid for it...

On balance, that wasn't particularly random. Um.... WRENCH/PAROXYSM. There.

Woo, it's 5am and I'm still working. Bless my customers and their unreasonable deadlines, not to mention my willingness to bend over (as it were) and chase the fast buck.

A mate of mine put it thus: Unfortunately, I had [my eyes] open to witness one of the most horrific crimes ever committed against celluloid. Seriously, it was the worst trailer ever made, EVER. It seems that there is to be a film of 'Lassie'. Has anyone else seen this? I don't feel that I am adequately able to describe how fucking dire it was... there aren't words. It was probably 2 minutes long and included every single ridiculous, offensive stereotype of poor stupid Northern folk with hearts of gold (I swear it opened with the line "theh clursin' down t'mine, Jurr") intercut with horrible, horrible shots of a stupid dog running around, golden and shiningly illuminated as if from some internal sun. And then STEVE PEMBERTON FROM THE LEAGUE OF GENTLEMEN. What. The. Fuck. Honestly, I still can't believe it's not a joke. It is a joke, right? ...Right? I mean, the shitty guitar ballad music which included the lyrics "she's turning me on"?? Bestiality? Family film? No. Please. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry or vomit, but then by the time the line "Yer a bad dog Lasseh and we durn't love yeh" was uttered, the choice was no longer mine to make: all three. Argh.

I don't really care about the wider debate, but saying something's "quite nice" isn't exactly equal to being actively influenced by it, surely?

I just struggle to get on with any band that seems so completely humourless...

That's uncanny.

...or at least I would if it was giving me any available fares at all for any dates around then.

I'm just about to book a London-Newcastle trip either side of Christmas... I have a feeling the prices aren't going to be pretty.

If they're claiming there wasn't even any potential danger, then why evacuate? Some people need to engage their brains...

Voom!

Are you auditioning for a part in Eastenders or something?

I doubt mice are big enough to knock people over. Maybe if they stand on each other's shoulders and form a mouse pyramid...

That was about it actually. Oh, and after all that, I buckled and got him a bloody CD and DVD, didn't I? But I also hot-footed it over to IKEA while he was at work one day and stocked up on the ingredients for a full-on Swedish Christmas dinner, which is something we both lurrrrve. Whipped it up like a good little househusband (the meal, that is), and it seemed to go down a treat (the meal, that is). (The parentheses are for Jonny's benefit, since he seems to be such a perceptive little fella. )

Should do his damnedest to avoid Frankfurt itself, for that matter.

I don't care what you think of Jews, I'll not have anyone dissing the rebellion. 52884[/snapback] Gaaaaaah.

I'm talking semantics and you're giving me a crash course in nerdology, dammit.

Like "The Empire Strikes Back" isn't the cry of a million nerds just dying to get their own back on the school bully.

Teach them well, and let them lead the way... show them all the beauty they possess inside...

I'll play centre-back or defensive midfield. I have an excellent rearguard action.