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French airport security calls that an Alain Prost, or so Chez tells me.

Your next post will be your 30,000th. Make it a good one!

Fickle Geordies.

As long as enough people believe each new rumour for me to turn a small profit on Betfair, I'm happy.

Didn't Salako mouth off about not wanting to move so far north? Although lord knows the Chronicle has always loved reporting non-stories like that to the Geordie nation.

Biohazard suits.

I've done two Parkruns and a 10k plod around the mean streets of Gosforth already this year and I've still put on about 2 kilos. Damn you, sugary drink-heavy nights out and well-stocked parental fridges. *shakes fist*

Smashing country/Americana album from a couple of years back, currently free on Noisetrade so you really ought to: http://noisetrade.com/gretchenpeters/hello-cruel-world

I mainly seem to use it as an e-mail substitute nowadays. The actual public side of things, occasional holiday photos and silly YouTube shares aside, not so much.

Listen to your gut, unless you're Chez.

Go to the vet and demand your balls back.

Ain't Goin' Down ('Til Gouffran Tracks Back)

As does the black sausage-muncher.

No need to get into it, Cooper Temple Clause > Beatles and that's how it is. The fact that Rob is a massive Pardew apologist, on the other hand....

Ee, well that was nice. Grand to make your acquaintance HMHM, lovely to catch up with the rest of you (even Dave). The sheer volume of ginger beer sugar in my bloodstream means I may never sleep again, but at least I've had a nibble on a thick black Spanish sausage.

Sounds good. I shall be checking everyone for the correct deployment of the handkerchief code.

A fine return.