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Speak out of churn, Bob? You wouldn't dairy!

Heh. I think that's what I ended up doing, actually.

Goodliz - Mrs Ant would like to know whether you're Power Pramming Liz. (If you are then presumably that will make sense.)

I had some Caerphilly from there once. It was very nice indeed.

The East Dulwich Constitutional Club, perhaps?

We seem to be heading slowly back towards cheese again... I still think this thread should be about cheese.

I used to have a sort of dismal fascination with the game. It was easy to get drawn in, but it also sent me into a bit of a trance. It was only later, after not having played for a while, that I finally decided that I don't actually like it that much. (As for why I didn't notice this sooner, I blame the aforementioned trance.)

Have to say, upon further research and prodding myself to remove one or two 'neither's from my list, that votematch was broadly right too. Another postal ballot filled in here. (I may revert to voting in person next time round. I like the convenience of postal voting but I'm not 100% confident in it. But perhaps that's another issue for another thread.)

I'm sorely tempted not to vote for any of them, but I'll put something down just to keep the BNP out. Votematch reckons I should vote Ken/Lab. Not sure how much I agree... edit: ...just spotted that votematch has Boris down as the second-worst choice for me, with the BNP being the worst. Ha!

There's an official list of professions? Right, I'm off to google.

We've just got a primary place for the oldest Antling. She's down to start in January, when she'll be almost four and a half. We can defer until September, but even then it just seems too young to be sending them. And I believe there's no evidence that starting them so much younger gives them any advantage.

My favourite poem is a bit odd. But then perhaps that's why I like it. I came across it in a collection called Emergency Kit: Poems for Strange Times. A Bee Become at last a bee I took myself naked to town, with plastic sacks of yellow turmeric taped to my wizened thighs. I'd been buying it for weeks, along with foods I no longer had a need for, in small amounts from every corner grocer, so as not to arouse their suspicion. It was hard, running and buzzing, doing the bee-dance. I ached at the roots of my wings, and hardly yet discerned that I flew towards reparation, that in my beehood my healing had been commenced. Words they use in this hive. To me it seems still that clumps of tall blue flowers, which smiled as they encroached, had been born of my apian will, in which to my shame I struggled for a moment, and stained the air with clouds of my dearly bought gold. --Peter Didsbury

And dining with the curry club within a month?

That Tessa Jowell has just posted on this very forum in the thread about ED station. (If indeed it was Tessa.)

Oh and how about "ahoy-hoy"? I gather that it's only acceptable if said in a Monty Burns voice.

I've never had a problem putting cardboard in my bag. ...hmm, tho sometimes if it's a really big bit that sticks out of the bag they won't take it. But then if I rip it up and put it in the bag so it fits inside then they will. Where's the logic in that?

Perhaps someone doesn't want the gutter press to get hold of the story.

That'll be a hardback, I presume. Hope the binding's strong enough for the job.

I hope they manage to reopen soon - I was planning to pop in there and pick up some wine over the weekend.

I'm with you on soggy rashers of limp pink back-bacon stuff. Especially when it's fried, and ends up poaching in the water that was injected into it to make it look all plump. But proper streaky bacon grilled until it's nice and crisp... now there's a truly wonderful thing.

I've had enough of my two closest colleagues - one sat next to me and one sat opposite - eating carrots. They've both recently taken to snacking on them, and both of them do it very noisily indeed. One of them in particular bites chunks from his carrots with such gusto that I half expect him to leap up and slap his thigh, panto-style, before proclaiming how much he wishes he were a rabbit. He also opens his mouth for a chew every fifth chew or so, just to make sure you can hear what he's up to. The other one's not quite as bad, but there's still too much munching and crunching, and I think he just encourages the other one. I'm subjected to this at least twice a day - one carrot each - but often more. It makes me grumpy. I think next time it happens I shall have to get up and leave my desk until they're done with their rooty snacks.

Jennifer looks like Fiona Bruce's malevolent - and thick - older sister. Spot on, Nero.

[edited to remove abortive HTML experiment] Seems you can't change fonts. Or I can't, at least.

What they all said. Lucinda's seemed a bit crap and dippy up to now, but she's also been hampered by people deliberately putting her into roles where they think she'll fail so they can use her as a whipping girl and try to get rid of her. Now that she had more scope to show what she's capable of she did a lot better. But yes, still needs to assert herself more when necessary. Very miffed that Team Evil didn't lose. Jammy gits. Lindy seemed nice enough but with no real substance, just a load of talk and display. Personalised contact for your laundry anyone? Ha. Didn't exactly think that one through and I think it summed her up pretty well. The 'apparently I'm icy' moment was great.

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