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And an "I'M WITH STEWPOT" T-shirt.

I just assume the worst unless proven otherwise. If it's from a supermarket it's probably pumped full of all kinds of crap, etc. etc.

Sergei Yuran

Bad shit, Tom. Hope something comes up as soon as possible. Also (belatedly) lol @ "Maften" Hall. Language-wise, that conjures up images of waftin' the bedsheets because it's absolutely liftin' under there.

http://www.waterstones.com/blog/2013/12/introducing-o-w-l-s/

Tragedy awaits.

That sums it up, aye

Despite the clunky title, Don't Ever Wipe Tears Without Gloves (BBC FOUR, tonight) could be something for the Scandophiles among you. Comes with a good reputation, but then so does everything Scandi these days.

Meanwhile, bears shit in the woods, the Pope is Catholic and Tom Daley is dating a man.

It was that bad?

Belated happytimes!

I know it's an old man thing to say, but I just don't get it. How can anyone be so bothered about owning *things*? They're just things.

I remember getting back from my year abroad in Germany, where a döner - while obviously never the height of culinary sophistication - still involved chunks (not slivers) of nicely spiced meat that was actually recognisable as meat, fresh salad and interesting sauces, served up in a thick fluffy quarter of round Turkish bread, almost verging into stottie territory, designed so as not to fall apart upon first contact with sauce, grease, air, hands, etc. I'd somehow made it through to that point without ever trying a kebab in Britain. The first time I did so on my return... I'm still scarred. A truly subhuman experience.

I've been balancing out this boozehound karma by being in bed by 11 the last two nights. I don't usually see weekend mornings. I'm not sure I like them.

"Straight"?

1. Host candlelight supper 2. Henpeck husband incessantly 3. Mispronounce own surname 4. Terrorise nervous neighbour 5. Fall into hedge when barked at by dog

There's nothing wrong with a bit of playground banter. At least when CT's kids say "My dad's bigger than your dad" they know they mean it.

The recipe calls for minced lamb, anyway. I am confuse.

Cracking.

That's where it begins, anyway.

Not that I'm actually drinking either (the one on the right just arrived today anyway). Gifts from a very generous friend that I'll save for an occasion that isn't "sitting in front of telly while replying to a CT thread on my phone".

Get that man on Question Time.

several times fucking yes

None of which is relevant to the country's EU membership after a potential Scottish secession.