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That the one?

I've signed up to Goodreads, because apparently last.fm, MyFitnessPal and co. aren't quite enough life-tracking for me. Currently working my way through Rich Hall's Otis Lee Crenshaw book, which is about the right level for distracted public transport consumption.

He said CT was a cunt, if that helps.

It's refreshing to see you incorporate other regions' slang into your own vocabulary.

A massive knob.

If I was still involved in TEFL I'd totally do my best to get the phrase "teaching your paedo lizard grandmother to fuck eggs" in there.

If we're excluding threads where you turn up, then yes.

Give it to an improv group, let them spin a 90-minute show out of it, no bother.

Bit late, it's already happened

You're really starting to challenge Fist's Google image search skills here.

even.fewer.actual.spaces

Of course, if one were certain ways inclined, "I'm not into men or women" would be a clever bit of lying by omission.

The mother-in-law visited at the weekend, which (as usual) means finally watching a DVD or two that she's bought us for Christmases past and that we've been too lazy to even take the plastic off. That spacewalking show was perfectly enjoyable as a romp and visually remarkable, though as noted by many, there's not a great deal more to it than that. Like with Interstellar, there was a specific point in Sandra Bullock's journey where I wish the film would have been able to end on an unexpected and massive sci-fi downer, but obviously Hollywood would never allow it to happen. That French revolution singing show was pretty faithful to the stage version within the given parameters, which is fair enough I suppose, there'd have been hell to pay if they'd changed it too much. The "live" singing obviously brings some intimacy to proceedings but it does flag up the flaws of some of the actors too. Hugh Jackman is worryingly Shatneresque in the scenes where Jean Valjean has a bit of "upstanding citizen" pomp about him, but he's great in the pathetic/tortured/dying scenes so I'll let him off. Russell Crowe is fundamentally useless and the stage-school-Cockney kids from Oliver! are a right pain in the arse, but all in all the BIGNESS of the production outweighs some of the more manipulative stuff. Or as I apparently said at the time: I guess that's broadly true, although the emotional button-pressing scenes with Anne Hathaway are by far the best thing in it, so I can't really complain.

Coming over here, taking our bandwidth

I knew you wouldn't be able to keep Wham! out of this for long.

The profits from the RBS sell-off ought to cover it.

https://twitter.com/jonrowlandson/status/627900094923296769/photo/1

Obviously I'm all about this in conjunction with this.

Curiosity led me to this list of "recurring sketches" from Hale & Pace's penultimate series in 1997: London cabbies Waiter/s with "black pepper" Are you nervous...nervous now? Curly & Nige: (1) In the garage (2) At the D.I.Y shop American sheriff & his deputy Rappers with baggy clothes Yorkshiremen Crime boss & his muscle Two redheads who copy the end of what people say Trainspotters Elderly gentleman who can't swear Meditating man who wishes for things to happen

Aye, it's screen-grabbed from this (I assume), which I watched again the other week and which is now going to (further) dampen your productivity for the next 11 minutes:

You'll have to take it up with the vezetőedző.