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Following the ten day rollercoaster of court-then-Whitby-then-eddie777's-operation, I was hoping for the chance to catch up with useful things like sleep over the weekend. Needless to say, that was wishful thinking. Saturday's trip to Scarborough didn't go entirely according to plan. I walked in on a bit of a psychodrama chez WWINOLJ, and waking up (or ( Read more... )

In a word: disturbing.

Dave Allen has died. :(

It always makes me feel old when a figure from childhood falls off the perch.

Oh my god! Neighbours is on fire!

You've sucked festering badger intestines.

I look forward to dancing on your grave later.

"I think that man must be dreadfully insecure if he feels the need to wave his guitar around like that!"

...I hear the news about John Peel.

Gutted.

I feel like I've lost a long lost wise uncle or something. The world is a slightly worse place than it was when I got up this morning.

I have just seen an advert for a programme on BBC2 on Thursday evening called Are You Worried About Sausages?

Are you worried about sausages, viewers? Well are you ( Read more... )