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I'm more concerned that the monkey found his impression so lifelike.

I've managed not to put too much weight back on during the past two months of stomach- then Achilles-related inactivity, still firmly on the right side of 80kg at least. Signed back up to the gym at the start of last week and slowly getting back into the habit of actually working up a sweat. I had a thoroughly unpleasant trot around Newcastle parkrun last weekend and was going to tackle the hilly local variant tomorrow but my foot's a little bit sore so I might take it easy instead. Either way, tonight after work I'm picking up the new running shoes I got fitted for earlier in the week - did a video gait analysis thing and it's a bit alarming how bad your ankle looks like it's twisting when it's not getting proper support - so hopefully it won't be long till I'm pounding the mean streets of Lewisham again.

That came up in conversation at a wedding I went to a few weeks ago. I googled it and passed it round the table but the bride's university friends didn't seem too amused.

This could make things fun, too.

Still very fond of

Went sporadically with my old man from 1986 onwards, then later on my parents and me shared two season tickets between the three of us. Since I moved away it's mostly been away games and occasional visits to SJP when I'm up and the timing coincides (like last weekend). Factoring in cup games and the like, of which we had no shortage some seasons, my best guess is maybe 300-350 total? First home game was this: Just found the programme when I was up last month so I've brought it back with me. I reckon I must have got bored at some point because I've made up all the scores in the boxes on the back page. We won 51-0 apparently. First away games were at Nykvarn and Katrineholm on our 1988/89 pre-season tour. #soopafan

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A taxi driver, misunderstanding the nature of a two-way conversation? Surely not.

How did you know?

"an Disinformation Agent"? Promising start.

Youngish fella on the bus last night was talking to someone about the "bargain" properties he'd been looking at in London, such as a 2-bed for "only" £325k. A flat, obviously. In "outer London". Well, OK, actually in Kent. Bargain.

I chucked in a bit of coconut milk when I realised it was going to be on the hot side. Didn't help much. Neither really, but I tend to calorie-count on days when I've got nowt else going on, and a meat-free lunch is an easy calorie save.

Veggie curry on Sri lankan roti. Aubergine, mushroom, okra, tomato, spinach, and a few too many green chillies. (I'd add the smiley but it's a bit CT/mumsnet.)

Can't understand why CT is concerned his son might turn out to be a bit fey.

Finally, a political problem CT is ideally equipped to address.

Who needs apps anyway? The 1950s had it covered.

We certainly realise that last part.

http://www.politics.co.uk/news/2015/08/12/labour-mps-to-launch-coup-against-jeremy-corbyn-on-day-one They're a special lot.

I know, Dave's mum told me.

http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2015/aug/11/uk-hottest-ever-chilli-pepper-komodo-dragon?CMP=fb_gu

That's certainly what Dave's mam says.