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Fuck The Mauer, marra

White chocolate - Isn't chocolate - Is vomit

Could be worse. Ours this year is on a Sunday. In January.

Brooklyn Flat-Line, more like

Presented without comment.

LRG NRKS?

I'm quite enjoying the chaos tbh

That must have been taken a while back - I can see you nearby, preparing to wipe, but you've still got a full head of hair.

That's shocking. I mean, one of the planes crashed in a field ffs. "Perfection" indeed.

In hindsight the barmy thing about that is it feels like that's what finished off the Major administration, but actually you had the Tim Yeo, David Ashby and Stephen Milligan stories all within about six weeks of each other (and Lord Caithness's wife's suicide too) - more than three years before the 1997 election. At least we'll hopefully be rid of this lot sooner.

My partner was 19 when we first got together. That would have been illegal when Liam O'Brien went over the wall, to pick a historical event at random

Benjamin Zephaniah.

It'll just be trying to pretend he's in control on Rwanda. They're going to cling on to power as long as possible in the hope that things turn around for them.

The cashless society tinfoil hat brigade are very real, yes. Mind you, if Parky was still around/alive, I'm sure he'd be one of them.

When he realised it was a great way of meeting stock image patients.

Only to Premier League games, soz

It is!

Group F is nicely pedestrian, cue a couple of Penaldo hat-tricks

I agree that believing there's nothing afterwards makes it hard to avoid being a grim nihilist sometimes. I try and spin it into a more positive "none of this matters so why worry?" where I can, but that's easier said than done. More than what comes after it, I wish we as a society could engage more effectively with the end of life. My mother is currently slowly - too slowly - succumbing to the prize-winning combination of Parkinson's and dementia, and (in addition to sadness about what's happening in the here and now, obviously) it makes me worry about my own eventual decline, because I don't want to end up being a burden to anyone. I'd love to think that, by then, we'll have managed to come up with responsible and non-traumatic ways of deciding when to flip our own 'off' switch that don't have massive financial or legal implications, but it seems unlikely. The two things probably aren't unconnected, though - if there weren't as many people worried about doing the right thing to get the afterlife they imagine for themselves, we'd probably have a more grown-up relationship with death in the first place.

Anthrax's Sound Of White Noise was the last great metal album anyway.

Liverfail of New York, more like

The tonal shift between those two jokes is impressive