Bollocks indeed. (Though G.Expectations is the best Dickens by far.) Don't read this on public transport or you will come across as a loon: Mystery Man by Colin Bateman. Set in Belfast, a Crime Bookshop owner becomes a private eye by default. He is in the usual heroic mould: borderline autistic, an agoraphobic, hypochondriac virgin. It is very silly but fun to read.
Oh well, if you're up for it, the optimum scenario is this: Take a cab, put cabbie in blinkers and instruct him to drive up and down roads with speed humps. Meanwhile, indulge in furious sex while eating a lobster curry. That should do it.
http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Football/Pix/pictures/2012/1/26/1327577144158/Doosra-diagram-002.jpg From the Guardian's OBO. Edited for wine-induced drivel. (last night, you understand, not this morning)
Watched it last night. All I could see was Dean Gaffney - thanks D_C. He had an interesting line in facial twitches. I watched with my 17 yr old - someone could have warned me there were rude bits, I didn't know where to look.
Oh, Thomas! You would never have been awarded your Hostess Badge in the Girl Guides. It's glassware first, followed by cutlery, then cups/plates and finally the saucepans.
Yes the other shops are bothered. This comment was made earlier in the thread: "It's good to up the prominence of the parade for us (BC Bikes) but when it obscures the shop it gets annoying."
A wheel of the runniest cheese possible. That's what I craved for the last three months (that and liver & bacon). I suspect liver wouldn't travel very well.