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Harry !$*!^@?$!$!^*$!?$^!?$!$^!$!@@!$?$^$ Potter. I'm sure it's wonderful and, you know, magical and that, when you're 10. You're a grown up, read a proper book!!!!!!!!

I thought all ownership was theft though? ;-P ahppy christmas.

I'm with moos, if a 'preacher' is politely willing to strike up interesting conversational debate, then I'll be more than happy, be the topic their evangelical god (my lack of capitals, not theirs), the Invisible Pink Unicorn or indeed donkey buggery. If they're pretty then all the better. To shout, bully, frighten, lecture, preach and generally make themselves unwelcome is as horribly antisocial as loud music, litter and spitting on buses as far as I'm concerned. For the record I'm normally pretty nice to the JWs that come to my door, they're actually quite a cheery addition to a sunday morning and are happy to engage in lively 'debate' and have certainly done me no harm, are sensitive polite and personable. My lot are black, middle class and I have yet to hear a tut from one of them, perhaps tutting is a cultural thing, the white middle class version of sucking teeth?

Here's a great gambit from Callum Gilhholey dealing with JWs(direct link to a realmedia file) "- hello we'd like to talk to you about our God - Brilliant, then I can talk to you about how your life would be better iof you got the suzuki 330...."

I feel your pain brickie, I just have one word to say, Hollyoaks. Or is that two?

Bah, ruffers got in there first!!!

I was born in a hospital within sight of the Bernabeu, so I probably have more right than most to wear Real colours, but it was my brother who got me into football and when we first moved to England my brother was taken to Upton Park on someone's b'day party and he fell in love with it; I inherited that curse aged 4. Plus Real are one of those arrogant wealthy clubs you just instinctively hate, I always smile if Atl?tico get one over on them(not very often) but not Barcelona you understand...oooh deary me no!!

And what the hell is wrong with the middle class tut, which obviously is a nasty laughable affectation of the effete, unlike the laudable down to earth tut of the salt of the earth working class...and how the feck did THIS become about class.?!?!?!..Keef, you have much to answer for, were you flaming perchance?

I'll stand next to you on the 17:19 tonight loudly proclaiming the urgent need for us all to partake in donkey (or donkeyess) buggery lest our immortal donkey buggering souls be damned shall I? That'll be fun for everyone, or perhaps I'm not a selfish arsehole who actually has consideration for my fellow man (or woman).

I encountered a bus 'preacher' on the day after the London bombs asking if we were prepared to meet our maker, that she was prepared to meet her maker. People were genuinely terrified by her, what gives her the right, her god given righteousness presumably, because of course she is doing the right thing in the eyes of her evangelical god, so it can't be wrong can it. Believe you me she very nearly met her maker there and then ?$*(%&"$(%$ Bitch!! Well out of line Keef. Though in all fairness some kids with phone speakers have been dangerously close to their makers too!!

Wasn't it Thomas Aquinas who came up with the idea that the New Jerusalem was an inner spiritual place and not to be taken literally and most of Revelation as parable or at the very least metaphor? Since then mainstream christian religion has stuck to that with the fringes (Opus Dei are fairly literal on this i believe, I sat next to one for 5 years and he was pretty insistent that doom was in the air) and every lunatic religious preacher from Matthis in Munster through to Koresh in Carmel (ok it's really called Waco, but the alliteration is better) embracing the more eschatalogical interpretations (especially your loons in the religious right constantly bleating on about rapture, which is a pretty modern and unsurprisingly millenarian concept). I could be wrong of course, and by all accounts the world will end....eventually!!

I have to say I edited my first response "tits" with the response you see above ;0) Plus I've offered Mr G out for a face-to-face and he can't make it 'til next year, pah!!

I've been to palace about 15 times over the years and have to say they've managed to provide at least 4 of the worst football games I've ever seen, so I can't say as I blame you there Jah. I still enjoy going though, supporting smaller clubs and the local community (in the monetary rather than footballing sense).

"I believe the EDF could serve two good purposes; firstly to connect local people on specific issues of local interest. ?What?s the best curry house? My plumber is great. They?re going to turn LL into a motorway! Etc.? Secondly for local social networking and banter." That's what was attempted with the split between issues and the lounge, with the issues thread remaining much more tightly moderated. If you would like to see alterations in moderation policy then please do bring it up in the about the forum, as I know they love to hear all feedback, positive, negative and other.

"I'm on the bus... Drinking." Would people be afraid if they knew you were a bus driver Keef? Don't mention it on the 343 thread for god's sake!!!!

"One of my friends mentioned something about CoD a few months ago and I haven't heard from him since." That's the problem with games with reward systems in place, they're horribly addictive. I'd probably be bored of yet another deathmatch or capture the flag by now (about a month), but I have to get to level 32 to release the MG42 with it's rapid rate of fire and improved accuracy over the BAR, and I've finally got hold of the bouncing betties, oh yes, oh yes, and there's still the headshot sniper challenge to finish with it's promise of a bayonet for my Springfield bolt-action rifle...and prestige for knifing 150 people in the back...and...and... hmm, all a bit disturbing really.

Ooh, and is noone out there tempted by CoD5. Got myself a 14 kill streak last night (better than my average kill to death ration of 0.72) with an artillery strike and I got the dogs out (woof, woof woof), I'll protect you I will!!

The big 3 are all net enabled, though XBox with it's XBox live service is far and away the best at this, with nearly all games offering a seamless ability to just get straight online and start playing. Also Live Arcade gives you access to loads of cheap games frmo developer communities and ported retro games such as you yourself may have played, defender, asteroids etc. It is however 40 quid a year for this service. Can't really comment on PS3 as have no experience (though owned both previous incarnations so have nothing against sony). It's the most powerful machine, but has had no must have games yet and no central online service which hampered PS2's ability to grow in this market too. People that have it like it, but it's pricey and I've seen no reason to buy it, especially as the games seem to tread the same sort of territory as those on the Xbox. Wii sounds like your best bet as loads of party games, family games and weirdly addictive stuff like Animal Crossing and even Wiiware stuff (a bit like xbox arcade) with strange but quality games like World of Goo. So xbox for online gaming, shooting, sports and driving, wii for family fun daftness and kids, and PS3 for ..errr...better graphics?

"you see far fewer Premiership club shirts around the town than in many other similar places" Once steam travel comes to Ipswich that will all change, you mark my words.

I was living in East Finchley at the time, so I know how you felt!! And it is a curse, I can't believe my brother has decked out the room for the forthcoming nephew/niece* in claret and blue, child cruelty I tell ya!! *is there a word that covers both?

Like viz, it's never as good as it used to be, which is why I spend no time here any more!! Though in fairness, like Keef I rarely venture out of the Lounge, there're only so many M&S-coming-to-LL rumours you can cope with. It's still a great place to have surreal banter with the wits and grouches of the area though.

As per usual, very promising pre-season, then revert to a bit of hoofing, improve, erratic results leaving us mid-table. Next will either come a flirtation with relegation with an uneasy but comfortable finish, or an unsuccessful flirtation with the play-offs, and occasionally both.

Well today's headline has us already past tipping point in the arctic melt, but in truth nobody really knows if we've past tipping point until it really IS too late, and thus far we're not yet aware of that. And you're absolutely spot on, we really should be ding our damndest from this moment on, but I know I'm not pulling my wait, not even close. And I care...a great deal, but changing behaviour individually is hard, as a society is positively behemothic, and globally so very very difficult, especially with laws in place like due diligence that can make it a offence not to maximise profit for your company. But too right, just because it's hard is no excuse for apathy, that's just saying I can't be arsed, my grandkids (or even kids) can face the consequences of my selfishness. I just hope the future still has a place for broadband and online gaming ;-)

"Which sounds a bit like perpetual motion" Not really because it takes more energy to separate it, leave alone transport, it to it's destination than it produces. I'd be interested how much energy is expended to get every litre of petrol into a car engine in Biggleswade incidentally.

sorry, reference to viz character Bertie Blunt (His Parrot's A Cunt)