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All scabby bus routes lead to Peckham. The 136 late at night is a dream.

It will be bought though due to circumstances. Now there's a euphemism for "mindless idiocy" I haven't encountered before.

http://niemann.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/08/0...amp;ref=general http://niemann.blogs.nytimes.com/page/3/ And tons of other awesomeness on there.

I am an utter spacker when it comes to football, but obviously I'll be there if it coincides with a trip to the motherland.

Yep. Amazing.

A long and fine tradition. http://durrrrr.blogspot.com/

Just renewed our lease on this place for another year with no rent hike. Massively relieved not to have to move again. Last time was only just around the corner, which you'd think would be easier, but it wasn't.

Footage from Bridge Street in Warrington five minutes before the IRA bombings would have shown no end of happy consumerism. So fucking what?

Unless you're an Arab immigrant. Selfish cunts.

Depends how the goalposts are shifted really. The aforementioned definition of "Geordie" includes Coxlodge, for example, but that wasn't administratively part of "Newcastle" when mining happened there. Fortunate coincidence really.

You should slip inside the eye of your mind, Alex. Don't you know you might find a better place to play?

Except when you're complaining about their expenses and salaries, when they're supposed to work 16-hour days while flogging themselves with nettles. Make up your fucking mind. (in the absence of a :journalismwept: smiley)

Just caught up on the Top Gear Senna piece on YouTube. Good stuff once you get past the horrendous studio introduction. It almost made me like Lewis Hamilton, too - his infectious giggling at getting the chance to drive Senna's car was lovely, but the comment about how you might die because a mechanic made a mistake was very telling.

Barely even tungsten imo.

Ahh, that residual Scampi & Lemon smell on your fingers. There's nothing quite like it in my experience. i can think of something it smells like Hence my caveat.

Ahh, that residual Scampi & Lemon smell on your fingers. There's nothing quite like it in my experience.

tbf T'internet amounted to little more than email and newsgroups back then. Even the porn was in ASCII. Mad like but when I think back I can't imagine what we used to do with the 6 weeks. Hardly spent any time in the house though... Aye, but Brock and Besty and Magma, they were all "young'uns" but didn't make me want to drive a claw hammer through my thigh. This crop have all the social grace of Maddie McCann tribute act Brings a new meaning to "dying on stage", I suppose.

There's a cafe in Eldon Square that'll serve you a cheese and ham panini with a side of frazzels. This is why Britain is better than everywhere else.

Properly Magma'd.

25p nowadays. I think the packets are ever so slightly bigger, but still, talk about missing the point of Space Raiders (i.e. taking your lunch money from your parents, buying two packets and pocketing the rest of the cash).

Can't be doing with that after five years in Germany where the only crisp flavours are ready salted, paprika, paprika and paprika. I swear Pringles once drummed up this big campaign about the launch of a new flavour. Which was.... spicy paprika.

You can vote on the extensive categories of "bloke's arse" and "bloke's nob" too if you want.

Just tried a packet for the first time in years. They've definitely toned down the flavour, it doesn't leave your cheeks and gums bleeding any more. Pointless.

Hah!