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There's a yummy-looking recipe for roasted root veg, mini onion yorkshire puds and a horseradish sauce in yesterday's Telegraph magazine. Annoyingly they don't have it on the online version (just the article about parsnips). You could throw in a roast joint for the meat eaters. If you fancy the sound of it, I will copy it out for you. Your starter for ten (six or whatever) could be Telegraph's fennel and pomegranate salad (recipe on)line which looks good and can be prepped in advance.

Sod the toes. I want the 16" waist.

Green, white and red - surely a sartorial mistake?

To lighten the mood a bit: Just read the obituary of Captain Charles Upham VC & Bar which included this: In 1962, he was persuaded to denounce the British government's attempt to enter the Common Market: "Britain will gradually be pulled down and down," Upham admonished, "and the whole English way of life will be in danger." He reiterated the point in 1971: "Your politicians have made money their god, but what they are buying is disaster." He added: "They'll cheat you yet, those Germans."

I'm slightly peturbed by the use of the word 'entitlement' used by HAL. An MP is elected to represent everyone in his area, not just his own kith and kin.

Perhaps he's sunning himself in 40 degrees drinking beer too. Bastard.

No, Croydon is The Badlands. Or is that Bedlands?

Bastard!

Ooh, how peculiar. The parson's nose was my granny's favourite.

Alas, I lost 45 minutes of my life this morning watching that drivel. It was too bad to turn off. If that was satire it was lost on me. Charlie Brooker - nuff said. And of course, Thomas, in real life that would never happen ...

I thought that was the whole point of London Weighting, no?

Dulwich David is sending unsolicited PMs to drum up biz for secentral. Pls warn and/or ban him.

Dry run? Doncha know that gin lubricates the cook?

major or greater tithe (wheat, etc) as opposed to minor (eg, hazlenuts).

Full page ads on the back of the newspaper that mean I have to struggle to get to the crossword.

Yeah it's personal srisky - I've never won it.

The Booker Prize. Bunch of &%**$"*

Last night I dreamt about a tortoise that kept escaping at high speeds. [i didn't eat cheese yesterday before bedtime (at home or on a bus).] Am I sane?

Aldeburgh extremely good for chips. I'll tell you what I hate about the east: West Ham!

There is one parking space in front of All Saints Church which has no restrictions - you would have to arrive jolly early to nab it. Otherwise it's yer general, happy CPZ.

On a Sunday? Shame on you. Two Hail Marys.

J'accuse Brendan rouge.

There is no place for levity on this thread. The twins have passed on. The tables are no more. They have ceased to be. They've expired and gone to meet their maker. I am bereft.

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