*Bob*

In a short statement, read by Max Clifford, is was announced that Ryan is to quit his top job as the face of Quorn. As Mr Cifford explained, "Ryan prefers pork these days.."

Is this likely jeopardise his position - as The Face of Quorn?

It was on the news just now. Prince William saying something about Argos and last-minute wedding bands.

u r so rite! FCOL, @TEOTD 2Moro will b 2G2B4G. @TEOTD GR2BR innit

Sod that - I'm on holiday. I want a gin miniature and at least one picture of Karl Lagerfeld wearing a cravat and fingerless fishnet gloves.

That doesn't apply when you're going on holiday though, I assume? It doesn't feel right sitting on a plane without a copy of Heat.

Whilst the average Joe might covet the royal lad's bumwiping attendants, swan suppers and and unfettered access to horses - in turn, William will never experience the simple pleasures in life - like having sex on a roundabout, mooning from the back seat of a coach or drinking two bottles of Pomagne and stripping down to your underpants at the school fete. Some things money just can't buy.

She subjegated me only last week. The filthy cow.

Can there seriously be anyone in their right mind who 'envies' The Queen? Looks good on the surface.. and being driven around in a Roller, eating with silver cutlery, not worrying about your gas bill and champagne on tap is all very well.. but the novelty would soon wear orf once one realises that one must attend 300 parties a year which one doesn't want to go to, with people you (at best) barely know or (at worst) can't stand.

Don't tell me DJKQ.. that was exactly what you did - back when you were first in line to the throne?

DJKillaQueen Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Oh but they do have the freedom to leave it. > William doesn't have to become King, nor does he > have to do anything he doesn't want to. It's a > complete myth that they (or anyone for that > mattter) are somehow trapped and have no control > over their privilege. You're right. He could simply put aside those 28 years of indoctrination into the cult of monarchy and just give it all up tomorrow and live the simple life - in a semi in Surbiton, minding his own business - perhaps getting a modest job at Snappy Snaps.

Well said! Lucky old Wills, born into life at the mercy of just about every stifling tradition you could dream-up with no recourse to escape.. for life. Spending every day of the year with a camera looking up his nose and a story in the press and not being allowed to go for a piss without being accompanied by four undercover policemen. Not to mention the dead mother, hounded to death by the paps, popping up in a new conspiracy theory programme, rolled-out every two years on Five. I'm so jealous of the lucky, lucky sod. What I wouldn't give to swap places an inherit his lucky, super-charmed life.

DJKillaQueen Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I run a bar MP .. Good lord.. is there no end to your specific areas of expertise?!

LadyLibra Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Had you read my post properly, you would see that > I am talking about the parents involved in this > sorry saga only! I know what you mean. Just this morning (on my way to the Co-Op) I had to cross the street to avoid a small gathering of pointy-hatted white supremacists - and then nearly tripped over a burning a cross that someone had carelessly left leaning up against Barclays.

Last night I went to bed and everything seemed fine. I awoke this morning discover that Charles Darwin was black and East Dulwich has an active Ku Klux Klan cell. Can't wait for tomorrow.

For some reason, some people still figure 'drinking in a pub' as an essential living expense, along with gas, electricity and council tax. Maybe if you're my Grandad who spent six and a half days a week hiding from his wife down the pub. But these days, boozing is a leisure activity and - like most other leisure activities - the final price-tag bears no relation the actual cost of the thing itself. Neither are you somehow 'entitled' to be able to afford to do it as often as you'd like to. For those that demand a lower price above everything else, you can always visit a Wetherspoons and soak-up the lovely atmosphere.

It's hard to decide who comes out of this the worst (apart from the children and the rest of the staff). I think I'd prefer to have both governors and a head who were capable of better judgement. Actually it would be nice to have a governor and a head who could manage to resolve any differences at a level somewhere above 'playground' in the first place.

Atticus Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I was in Hoopers on Saturday and was charged just > ?3 for a pint of Fosters, I think. You were robbed

Assuming (as I think we must) that Ms Patterson isn't a complete idiot, then you'd have to be a complete idiot not to assume a background story and history to this - other than 'ooh he just made this funny poster and she called the police'.

I'm working. I have a reasonable excuse. I hope everyone else here has a good reason.

You go into a local institution (est. 1978) You ask for a boiger. There's at least one man working in there called 'Joe', who shrugs a lot. He offers you a choice bread which you don't want and says 'am I right, or am I right' - for no apparent reason. You then have to eat it whilst perched on a high stool staring forward, hoping that the incredibly fat man sitting to your left doesn't start talking to you - again, for no apparent reason.

I've never been to NY, so I'm afraid I can't buy into the 'Cheers' dream (well ok, Boston, wasn't it?.. near enough) But I imagine one of the prerequisites of being either a native or a regular visitor is know at least one place that does the best yadda yadda, despite there being four hundred other places that serve something identical.

MrBen Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > For a great value "authentic" burger (one of the > best in NYC) You've tried all the others? Impressive.

I expect the psychology chapter on cat owners would be shorter than the one dog owners. For who would want to own an animal incapable of spending less than ten minutes alone without sobbing into its chum bowl and cacking on the nearest rug? but it's the birds I really hate stupid, pointy-beaked little twats

It's a great way to spend an afternoon, peter. We've amended Zoopla as regards our own place: though I still feel their estimate - for our fourteen bedroom Georgian mansion with folly tower and triple garage - is a little low.