Be Excellent To Each Other

I wasn't allowed to go to a local production of Anne Frank because Mrs Chinny was convinced I would shout out "she's in the attic" at a critical moment.

Which was handy as I didn't want to go.

Thank you, Mr Marx.

A woman in Texas traded her two children for a cockatoo and $175. Her attorney has said it was a simple adoption attempt gone wrong.

Fuckin' A it was wrong ! She clearly doesn't know how to haggle.

You never met the kids!

Anyway, I got called by an unknown number, so did a search for it and found this:

Heh.

Incidently I had one of those missed calls, from the States. When I Googled it it came back with almost exactly like your one. But actually, they were legit - I'd somehow got onto a DJ database in the US and they were calling to see if I should be taken off it.
I should have asked them why they didn't leave a message after three or four calls went to answerphone.

Well, I'll see y'all on Saturday!

Try not to tear the forum down before then would ya?

We're going to hide it and divert your I.P to the badly drawn spunking cocks fetish site.

Last time I got really drunk I did actually shut parts of the forum down in protest of a friend of mine getting dumped by her boyfriend.

hahahahaha !!

I forget what was displayed instead.

HE DID WHAT?

I believe that was it.

Classy.

Also



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That was the last time I got really drunk. I don't get silly drunk that often at all.

My favourite Grim...-drunk story is when he spoilered Ghost In The Shell for himself.

I haven't watched Countdown since Carol left, but saw pictures of the new Numbers Lady™ and didn't think anything of her, much less understand why people kept going on about her.

Now I'm watching Dispatches about children in primary schools drastically failing in their levels of numeracy. Said lady, Rachel Riley, has now visited the school to help teach the group of year-sixes some basic maths before they get carted off to secondary school. It's an interesting programme, but that isn't the point. The point is: I retract my thoughts; she is quite pretty in video.

Gaywood is still entitled to have his Vorderman crush.

I'm pretty sure you can't have a name like "Rachel Riley" and not be a soft porn star.

She is lovely. I too have a Carol fetish but the new one is super lovely.

There is, in fact, a picture of a woman getting thoroughly shafted on the first page of image search results.

So I googled it after having heard it on the radio (with my dongle thing) and apparently it's indeed true.

http://www.truecrimereport.com/2010/02/ ... wo_chi.php

Her haggling skills are clearly better than I thought. I didn't know they wanted $1,500 for the bird !

Radio got the Texas bit wrong, though.

"Peace is endangered because of growing pacifism in Europe." WTF?

Si vis pacem, para bellum.

Yet another name my firstborn cannot have.

Heh. I must admit I wondered about your family when I wrote that. Decided I didn't care.

In his previous marriage, my dad had a sister in law called Polly Ester. After that, I don't think I need worry.

Aye, they call them "old" adages for a reason though

Our biggest threat at the moment appears to be from within. We've a fairly small chance of terrorism & that's obviously hard to fight even if we had the mightiest army in the world. America is the world's biggest exporter of arms so presumably there's financial reasons for them to be against the gradual demilitarisation of Europe. There will always be a need for the forces (even neutral countries have servicemen for their own defence), but why does Europe need armed forces capable of a large scale invasion for its own defence?

Following on from the thread about the guy taking pics of his son in a shopping centre, I came across this earlier;

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/nor ... 533791.stm



The interesting part, however, is further down:



Great. So without any threat of impending violence, or even a curtain-tugger's complaint, Plod decides to issue 'advice' on his own initiative about what the shop should be selling.

We really need a 'Daily Mailesque Outrage for non-Daily Mail Readers' subforum.

Or:

"Actually, police people what did Mr Peel say about you, when it all first began?"

Sshhh!

morning Grim!

Last night, me and the missus 'solo' wallpapered for the first time. Usually we have parental assistance. In retrospect, the inside of a walk in wardrobe with many (many) fiddly bits was not the best choice for this learning experience. And GRRR to my damn stanley knife, that only cuts paper 10% of the time, prefering instead to tear.

Hmm... I just got a Friend Request out of the blue via 'Friend Finder'

This is a screenie of the info



Firstly, the profile claims that 'Chandra' is 33 years old. Does she look 33? Nope.

Secondly, she has 13 'friends', all male from all around the world. Hmm.

Thirdly, we have no friends in common. Hmm

Fourthly (is that a word?), I have no idea who she is.

DENIED!

After last night, I may be forced to stop going to Gigs in London before I end up serving time.

About 400 people in the acoustic gig, half of them didn't stop talking the entire time. Stabby Riles.

Finally found a most excellent curry place that delivers. Awesome.

Haven't you lived there for years? Surely that's something you need to sort out in the first week.

It is a new one that has opened, so we gave it a shot last night. Knocks all the others into a cocked hat.

You'd be well pissed off if that was your hat.

I saw something on TV that concluded that the reason you like a certain take-away is because you use it often, not because it is any better than others.
Clearly some are crap, and some deliver quicker or whatever, but taste-wise there's very little variation at the "top end".

They did science by swapping people's food without telling them. Gaywood would have liked it

"Bicester" and "top end" are rarely words heard in the same sentence.

A new one opened near my old place in Liverpool. It was brilliant.

Until it'd been open a few months, when the quality of prep and particularly meat started plummeting. Presumably to take advantage of the effect Grim... was on about.

Unfortunately, the other good ones had gone downhill too.

The route my taxi took last night, From A to C, via B.
No, Mr Taxi Driver, Plough Road is not the same place as Plough Way.

Kudos to the BBC logo designer who came up with this:

Ooh, Google Maps has Labs now.

Heh. I took tube, train, and bus, and I reckon I managed to beat you home.

Doing something annoying at the moment.

About 18 months ago I did a video for a charity. A good one as well. To cut a long story short the marketing department had also commissioned a video (after approving my script) and when close to completion mine was put into some kind of limbo (was constantly assured it would be used and we'd finish it off but no news since).

It's been hanging around on the edit suite for nearly a year now untouched. I guess I was hoping it might be resurrected. I am now finally archiving it.

Can't work out if I'm angry with the incompetence or just angry it will never get seen. I got paid, but I find it slightly galling that a charity pleading for money spunks away cash on sheer incompetence.

Jesus. You got all the way to Wandsworth before you realised you were going the wrong way? You must have been pissed.

I wanted to join you after the gig finished, but Ali didn't want to. So I had a strop and then wasn't in the mood to walk over.

A repeated good morning to all. Hope your days have started well !

I've got family over so have been running around serving (coffee, light snacks etc).