Be Excellent To Each Other

I don't care about any of that. How many LEDs does it have?

Fuck the LEDs, my Gas Boiler has water cooling

Have you flashed the BIOS?

Someone here reckons that the girl from Countdown is on £100 grand a year.

I don't think that's right.... Seriously? That much?

She is lovely though.

Why's his house made of cardboard?

Apparently it's true, and a LOT less than what Carol was on... :

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/ar ... tdown.html

About £500 an episode, isn't it?

You say it's true then post a link to the Daily Mail website. Ohhhh... the irony!

I believe "apparently" was the operative word there

I could do that job for £100K. Slip on a slinky dress, hold up letters and numbers, no problem.

There are about 200 episodes a year I believe, so yes. It doesn't seem an unreasonable wage to me when you look at it like that.

I've just been looking at the photos from oxford. Fuck! My old flat would surely be underwater by now.

Sure you could, it would be a bit like holding up banners in your underwear in front of a main road facing window, really...

Grand floor by the river? Yeah, probably an aquarium by now.

Transport chaos, though I think my train hasn't been cancelled. Why, hello there Fate!

My 4x4 Response Team chums are having great fun driving around in the puddles helping deliver drinking water and rescuing cars. The buggers.

Stupid Sexy Hirsute Throughsilver.

That's a lot of pussy.

So...many....kitties.

That's what I said.

Nationalist lexicographic vandalism by former OED editor: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2012/no ... eted-words

Batshit up the belfry.

Why doesn't throughsilver have a moustache in the picture?

Guardian front page on the website:


No, we have enough news. The other you can't get too much of.

If it is painted on oil and canvas it is OK.

No, Botticelli was part of the Patriarchy, man.

Bit sniffly this morning. I should probably have a pre-emptive Lemsip just in case it's going to turn into something serious.

Another Russian whistleblower dies in suspicious circumstances. HmMMMMMMMm.

I'm home alone from Friday while Sunday. Friday night is work Xmas party, and I've paid my £15 to attend that, so probably will attend for a bit. On Saturday I might go and watch the Hubble 3D film at the IMAX, the check out The Sparrow Beer Cafe in Bradford. I should probably try and find a job, too. Not terribly happy right now.

I'm appalled how northern you have become.

Imagine how I feel.

Is it quiet today, or is every one ignoring me?

reet grand?

I'm somewhat mithered by it, but I think you'd be sluffed by the situation.

EDIT: So I'm doing some of my charity work at the moment.

Chin up MaliA, no need to become all nesh about it...how is the general nebbing for a job going?

That's just Yorkshire.

We Lankies talk proper.

Chin up chap, you'll find something. What / where are you looking for? Will let you know if I hear of anything! And in the meantime, drink alllllll the company booze you can

It's framing OK, but I'm going to have to stick on some fullock to stop being a day tale man to addle godspennies.

Pretty much owt with decent nawpins. I just want to be busy all day. Data analysis, big data, soemthing to do with my skills. I suppose if I get shitcanned, I'll work for free at the charity for a while*, talking about science, the environment and nature and stuff. I think I'd like that.

*They can't afford me at present.

I quite like it when you do that too.

Yeah, that actually sounds a whole heap more fun and lovely

There is a guy who lives in my block of flats, nice enough chap, chinese dude, married with a young child. Seems perfectly normal and pleasant enough.
I always know if he has recently left the flat or come home. How you may wonder?

Because he absolutely reeks of BO, enough that for the next 5-10 minutes of him walking down the stairs, you can still smell it.

How is that possible? How does he not know? How has his wife not said anything?

There's a "have you say" bit about teaching kids the dangers of online porn or somesch as some halfwit has suggested and the usual talk about 'unrealistic expetations' and stuff. Then, this gem:

I used to work with someone who had really bad breath. Same thing. How they don't know is beyond me?

I know! Not being able to spell "soulless".

I've often wondered how many of those signing anti-Page 3 petitions are ex-readers of 'The Sun'. Because if you don't like getting breasts with your daily dose of news, prejudice, and recycled press releases, there are plenty of other papers are available.

Or at least there were, till they started giving their content away for free and wondered why nobody was buying them anymore.