Meenzer

Meanwhile, the mods form a camel train and quietly slope away over the border to Niger-Online.

http://www.vhemt.org/ http://www.angelfire.com/retro/jonasjg/Other/escwarp.htm http://www.nanoq.gl/ http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~pennck/pboc/# http://www.iuscomp.org/gla/statutes/statutes.htm

Posted this in General but I'll stick it in here too. http://www.45cat.com/record/chant1

Seems that way. Oh well. Clipboard out. Since when have threads on here been locked for veering off topic ffs. This is a stupid decision made by someone that aspires to be a metro inspector. FACT. When the "Stand clear of the doors please" message was brought in, this pair of wazzocks calling themselves "The Inspectors" actually brought out a song about it. Sadly undocumented online. This, however - which I thought was lost for good - has turned up: http://www.45cat.com/record/chant1 Look at that cover man.

Good idea meight.

Oh Morten. So dreamy.

Bollocks man, I'd just finished reading the last 15 pages and was about to post something monstrously witty.

I bet the kid in the middle actually said "More Magnus".

Totally logical.

Mind, sometimes they can be quite inclusive when it comes to black culture.

Went to an event at the library as part of the Lewisham Literary Festival tonight. Nothing much to say about it really (err... it was good), it's just the very concept of a Lewisham Literary Festival that amuses me.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/blog/20...nazionale-inter Not directly related, but might as well stick it in here.

Back Garden Hog Roast: ACTIVATE!

FYP

Yea, yea and thrice yea. Plus it's the only reason to visit Lübeck.

I think even I'd make an exception for Scarlett. Which I'm sure she'll be delighted to learn.

Shit.

Forget it. It's just a silly phase he's going through.

I've just read that the Norwegian equivalent of the YMCA (as in the organisation, not the song) is called KFUK-KFUM. Catchy.

New site clearly needs a "Wanker of the Week" function.

Márton Fülöp

Ring Of Fire is too obvious. Soooo...

It's mid-2003 at a translation company somewhere in the Rhineland. Everything is as quiet and dull as usual. Suddenly the door flies open and our boss marches in, stops dead in the middle of the room and proclaims "Everybody! They've got Uday and Qusay Hussein!".