Be Excellent To Each Other

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BOO!

Right, I'm off to get pissed at someone else's expense. Drunken Crackberry posting later, no doubt.

Starring in Striptease?

*Crosses fingers*

That's not actually a bad idea.

I bought me a husband with lucozade!

It might only be worth mm....

Top indie tunes at downstairs Dempseys t'night with a mini-Twisted. Might be off to that, hurrahs.

In other news, Bone is great.

Listening to the Smiths - How Soon Is Now. If he asked that question in Wales the answer would be "in a minute"

WELSH COMEDY OF TEH DAY:

Controller 1: *putting phone down* Why do people always say, "I know you're really busy, but..."?

Controller 2: It's a term of affection, isn't it? "I know you're really busy, butt."

Er...

I have no idea. It must be something to do with Gavin and Stacey or Torchwood.

It's Welsh ppl humour. It's not FOR you.

It amused me.

Gavin & Stacey? That's probably why I don't find it funny then.

Also, you've got the strangest Welsh accent Ange has ever heard.

Where's she to now then? OHOHOHO!

Also, Ange wouldn't know a Canadian or Welsh accent if it hit her with a wine bottle and scoffed all her onion bhajis.

It's very funny.

Is that a lame joke or a hilarious misunderstanding?

Because she was told I was coming from Wales, she assumed I was Welsh. After she burst in from the pub, she refused to believe I was actually from CANANDADA.

OMG that joke's for the Nottingham crew - NOT FOR YOU.

literal LOL

alright butt, or butt or butty is a Welsh colloquilism for buddy.

This is far too cleeky for me.

I'm going to re-read the men kissing thread.

Yuck. I hope you have an enema first.

Oh, that's grim butt.

I imagine most of the members suddenly turning into J F Sebastien style toys and bumping into each other to avoid making pessimistic jokes about that...

And that's funny? K.

actually going off this, can anyone think of a jokoe that has to be explained that is funny?

My "balloon neck" joke the other day. Cos it was about vaginal prolapse.

I never saw it but actually I would have accepted your dreams, which although are funny can not be explained.

I still don't understand that - the neck of a balloon is very tight, isn't it?

Sir! Sir! Mimi's making my joke not funny! I'm having to explain it!

do you mean we have to blow it up first like terrorists of the vagina?

Is it because you have to tie a knot in it?

I had a dream where it was just me an an ex girlfriend and we sat down at a table and discussed what had happened when we were going out. Although, at times, it was quiet emotional, because of some and stuff, it was quite nice as i remembered a lot of good stuff. Either way, I feel absolved now, and can carry on and not worry about it any more.

I dreamt last night the UK was involved in a 'limited nuclear exchange'... 'I' was a chap in his late 30s with his wife, and we had a very valuable satellite telephone (which looked just like a normal house telephone) that we were reluctant to use as we'd have no means of recharging the battery once it ran out. A German guy driving a Plymouth Voyager spotted it (for some reason, this valuable item was being carried openly in one hand, as opposed to concealed in a bag or pocket) and asked if he could use it to call his family. We refused.

After trudging down the side of a country road we happened upon a train station, where a motley collection of bewildered commuters were wondering what to do next. One particular chap in a business suit said he could hear something, and sure enough a train rolled in. He insisted that life would just carry on as before, see, the trains were still running.

Things didn't improve... everyone was really confused, and there was a eerie sense that something wasn't quite right any more. I'm still a bit creeped out now.

Smash your head into your keyboard a few times and you've probably typed out the names of half the towns in Wales.

Is House of Fraser the old Bentalls store on the corner? If so it's due to become the largest Primark in Europe. Ah, just think of the fighting in the queue on opening day.

I actually love it when I have dreams like that, the sort of plausible nightmare ones.

I'm buggering off for a week or so while I move back up North.

I could do with happying PMs for when I return.

Hope the move up north does you good, Mr Grimm.

That's chilling; I'm actually quite spooked (and can clearly picture the railway scene). One of those 'oooh fuck, I hope prescient dreams aren't real' moments.

It could make an awesome film - or even better, an old-fashioned short-run BBC drama serialisation. To thy wordanvil!

So do I.

Forgive me, I'm going to belm a bit now.

Basically, I'm going back up there due to a few circumstances; some of them aren't mine to discuss. After this whole business with my mum almost being immolated, I've decided to try and make some amends with various family members. I'm not liked much by the Pattinson clan, I'm into that heavy metal and don't like cars and I might have had sex with men! So, I'm taking this opportunity to go up there, help fix my mum's house up a bit, see my nieces and just generally talk nicely to people and see how it goes. I'm not terribly optimistic, but some good may come of it.

However. Tam is still in Nottingham, and appears to have decided that the distance is too much. I can't say I'm surprised by this, but it's really hit me hard. I'm in a fairly bad way; I don't actually remember shaving my head, for instance, and I'm a little bit scared. I've been feeling this way for a while, the heartbreak of losing her(and it is proper heartbreak, I've not felt this bad in eight years) hasn't really helped. It's apparently a 'break', but we're probably not going to get back together. Something about it feels wrong.

So, yes. I'm going to get very, very drunk with a few old friends tonight and play Rock Band and discuss plans for a dreampop project. I really hope it stops me feeling this fucking hollow, because I don't know how much more of it I can take.

Sorry for putting a downer on things, but I could use some nice words.

Crunchie.
Felch.
Hug.

Those are my nice words for today.

And I hope that works - you're definitely grasping the nettle there (for some reason I put 'stick' first, which is quite the different image - I may have odd pictures of gay sex in my head all day now) so more power to you just for trying that, quite apart from the general wonderfulness of going to help get a life and house in order.

Can't believe nobody has done a Grimm up north joke yet.

Hope the move does you good Davydd.

This thread is large and confusing.

Anyone care to explain to the new fish?

@ 'The Egg'

Do you not feel kind of nervous around Malc?

Good to see that you're taking positive action rather than just staying where you are and wallowing in everything, which would be the easier but more dangerous. Hope it helps you clear your head at the very least.

He has plans for you, The Egg... very specific plans.