Ant

Voucher-free here too, LL end of Landells Road.

In sequence?

I have two questions. A) Where is Great Britain's border? Not necessarily as easy as it sounds: I mean, it's basically the coast, right? But is that measured at high tide? At low tide? Somewhere in between? National maritime boundaries... usually 200 nautical miles (I think) but measured from where? B) How many individual words are in War and Peace? (As in, counting 'the' only once no matter how many times it may be repeated.)

I've only tried Coriander once and it was pretty awful, but given the number of people on here who rate it I think I really need to give it another try.

Look: it's Clurr!

[edit] posted a message to the wrong thread!

I forgot breakfast the other day... I'm sure I've forgotten larger things in the past, but I can't remember.

Well, it took nearly all morning but I have at last managed to snap up tickets for Monkey: Journey to the West at the Royal Opera House next month. Fairly decent seats too. Yay!

Dropped the kids off at nursery, got into work around 10. PM booked off so leaving in another hour or so. And in between I've spent far too long on the internet looking at routes down to the south coast.

Nah, they'd be off with the stumps before the first over was, er, over. They need 'em for their peg legs, you see.

Rubbish. Pirates don't play cricket.

A minister dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates. Ahead of him is a guy who`s dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans. Saint Peter addresses this guy, "Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven?" The guy replies, "I`m Joe Cohen, taxi-driver, of Noo Yawk City." Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the taxi-driver, "Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven." The taxi-driver goes into Heaven with his robe and staff, and it`s the minister`s turn. He stands erect and booms out, "I am Joseph Snow, pastor of Saint Mary`s for the last forty-three years." Saint Peter consults his list. He says to the minister, "Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven." "Just a minute," says the minister. "That man was a taxi-driver, and he gets a silken robe and golden staff. How can this be?" "Up here, we work by results," says Saint Peter. "While you preached, people slept; while he drove, people prayed."

Pfeh! Whots sa dificlult abot Kyrgyzstan anyyaw?

I've never had a problem in there. Although I've never been served by the woman in there either. Just cheerful service from the blokes, and ID properly checked when needed. I tend not to go on Saturday mornings, which may also count for something.

I thought her interviews seemed a bit... weak, I suppose. Although maybe that's just in comparison to the other ones. Also, did anyone else spot the slight spoiler in the clips from the final with Sirallun giving his reasons for firing the last three rejects? Looked to me like they'd inadvertently revealed the gender of the winner, and from that it's not too big a leap to predict who'd get it. (Can't remember now but they may have only been shown on the end of the You're Fired show on BBC2.)

Surely real yummies are too posh to push?

Btw, am I the only one who thought this was another knob thread when they saw the title?

Very occasionally.

This should keep us all happy for a while. Where there's a difference it reflects American rather than British usage, but still... jolly good stuff. http://www.wsu.edu/~brians/errors/errors.html#errors

Ha! Yes, I think that one is an honourable exception. One that irks me a lot is everyday used for every day. Also, I've just seen someone spell voila as walla. It made me cringe.

Quite.

A lunch of yummies?

Am up at the Plough end of ED and work in Old Street. I used to take the 40 to the last stop and then walk it. Nice and cheap but it took aaaaaaaages. Now that Mrs Ant is working too and I need to be quicker about getting back to pick the kids up from childcare I do tube/train. It's faster but costs a lot. Can be slightly nicer, perhaps, when it's not crowded.

It's like [...] on acid. Having said that, I don't think I've actually seen it used for quite a while.

Well, it might help to distract you from the pain.