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They could have saved themselves all those words by just writing "Pop music still exists".

Oh christ

Why risk diluting the Bulleit?

Congratulations! For this, I mean, but the badminton thing too.

He doesn't watch the dregs either. Which is a shame really, I'd love to have seen a legendary Luxembourg win myself.

3-2. Epic.

at pretty much everything since I last posted

Mama Cass, Joni Mitchell, Judy Collins and Joan Baez performing together at a festival in Big Sur in 1968. Modern life is fucking rubbish.

It might sound like back-pedalling, but bear in mind I'm talking from the perspective of a household where there's two people, neither of whom eat a huge amount of bread. If you're 4-5 people and there's a buttered slice at the side of every plate at every meal, you won't have quite the same issues.

"Nut & Raisin Dispenser"

If that's how you see yourself, go ahead and buy.

It generally tastes better than shop-bought where shop-bought = "£1.50 or less". It generally tastes equal to the "artisanal" loaves you can pick up for more than that. It (and the "artisanal" loaves) generally keep for a fraction of what the shop-bought loaves keep for. There are good reasons for that, but if you're feeding yourself filth generally, the provenance of your bread is negligible. It generally ends up costing about the same as a bought "artisanal" loaf. If you're using a ready mix, you're not baking.

In what fucking world did you manage to copy and paste his best 11 and still misspell Mbiwa and Sissoko?

Are we saying that CT actually has the potential to come 2nd or 3rd? Scary stuff.

Very ten years ago.

Fish is middle-class suburban London, regrettably. I'm slowly gentrifying scummy London. I can probably get you into the Lithuanian Eurovision preselection though.

My two worlds collide. Mind actually blown.

I am so easily bought.

Yes.

Voiceover: "While CT butters the slices to go with his main of Baked Bean & Chopped Ham Surprise, the other contestants take a look around his house." Cut to three people staring aghast at a conservatory full of dusty exercise equipment, a tank with a dozen tropical fish floating belly-up and 27 half-empty plastic kegs of piss-coloured lager.

Do it do it do it!