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My lunch was of a CT standard. I daren't divulge the full details, but Babybels were involved.

fist-TUTUlite

If you hate me after what I say Can't put it off any longer I just gotta tell ya anyway Bye bye baby, baby goodbye (Bye baby, baby bye bye) Bye bye baby, don't make me cry (Bye baby, baby bye bye) You're the one girl in town I'd marry Girl, I'd marry you now if I were free I wish it could be I could love you but why begin it 'Cause there ain't any future in it She's got me and I'm not free, so: Bye bye baby, baby goodbye (Bye baby, baby bye bye) Bye bye baby, don't make me cry (Bye baby, baby bye bye) Wish I never had known you better Wish I knew you before I met her, gee How good it would be for me Shoulda told her that I can't linger There's a wedding ring on my finger She's got me and I'm not free, so: Bye bye baby, baby goodbye (Bye baby, baby bye bye) Bye bye baby, don't make me cry (Bye baby, baby bye bye)

Form a coalition, so to speak.

You just lost the game.

This needs "Compromising national security" added to it:

Across the road from an Italian restaurant, well situated for the nearby cricket ground, surrounded by munters.

Next stop, a nice two-up two-down in Sutton Coldfield.

He was included in the escalation. I don't discriminate.

Even worse - it's the Vitaly fans against the Wladimir fans.

(etc.)

It's a metaphor for the ideological split between West and East Ukraine.

Just another typical afternoon chez Leazes: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjx2pclJQew#t=1m28s

I'm actually quite looking forward to the shitstorm when UKIP get the most votes in the European elections in May. Can't get along with what they stand for or the horrible characters that populate their ranks, but they're certainly good at putting the wind up the political classes.

Couldn't agree more, obviously. I work from home anyway so the fact I'm doing so while paying London rent is frankly appalling. To paraphrase Billy Furious, and they wonder why I drink?

I was clever and lived in Germany (where renting is standard) for much of my 20s when I'd no doubt have bought a place if I'd stayed in the UK. By the time I moved back - and to London, no less - the bubble was in full swing and even an irresponsible Northern Rock 125% mortgage wasn't going to help matters. And now even with two salaries we'd have to live way out in the suburbs if we wanted to buy here. Time to find him a job in another part of the country I think.

What is this thing called a "mortgage"?

18, 20 or 22 (going to uni, moving abroad, properly moving abroad)

And when 'e got home, 'is Dad would slice 'is foie gras for him wit' bread knife. But you try and tell the young people of today that...