*Bob*

Great stuff, innit? I ordered a number of items to be delivered by post, which didn't turn up. The companies that sent them put them down as lost and refunded me.. and then they all arrived anyway a few weeks later. Can't wait for the next one.

daizie Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- The Pixies are good by the way I think so too, daizie. I like them so much better than The Blur, and The Nirvana, for example.

That's a coincidence - my first girlfriend dumped me because 'she wanted to go out with someone who looked more like Ian McCulloch'. Obviously I'm over it now.

A couple of tickets to tonight's Pixies gig in Brixton have inadvertently come into a friend's possession. I wouldn't have sought them out, but now the opportunity is upon me.. Is going to see one of, like, your favourite bands evuuuuurr - nearly fifteen years after they broke up - invariably a bad idea? NB: Pixies-haters (otherwise known as 'imbeciles', or 'Keef') - can answer the same question but try to imagine some other band in their place whose lead singer sings in tune (yawn) or has a really amazing vocal range or whatever.

The weather's better in Peckham, that's for sure.

That's what most Scots say. (The ones who'll never leave the South of England)

If you can't spend the evening explaining to your bored wife how you've just managed to install an App on your iPhone which makes it emulate a malfunctioning ocarina, then you aint got nuthin'. Excuse me for a moment, I just need to make a quick call - from the Microwave oven.

The advantage of getting an iPhone is that you can hold an 'iPhone Party'. An iPhone Party is just like a normal party, except that at - at a given moment - everybody who has an iPhone gets their iPhone out and discusses who has the latest operating system and which new applications will run on it which you couldn't get on the previous OS - for about half an hour or so. If you just have an ordinary phone, you only get to have 'a party'.

Upgrading is so, like, 2006. In 2009, downgrading is where it's at. Ask your service provider for their crappiest little phone, get 600 minutes and 400 texts for ?8/month - and give yourself a pat on the back.

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We attempted the first episode last night. Reached the point where Joe Fiennes says "this thing's global" Realised it was shit. Turned it off. Removed series link record from HD recorder.

I think this diagram illustrating current thinking helps explain things, ????.

A good crop this year. Call centres are all well and good, but it really adds something if one of the luckless losers has to go back to a particularly unpleasant job. Like that one on a previous series who worked in asbestos removal. Olly gets a pat on the back on account of being the only one who the competition doesn't mean 'everything' to. So far anyway. No doubt they'll wheedle it out of him if he progresses. Glad Louis put the Freak Twins in. If I had my way, I'd have dancing seals, The Roly Polys, Dermot doing an opening song and dance routine and the weekly loser getting gunged to the shrieks of a baying crowd. This is Saturday night on ITV after all - let's keep it real.

Well he was only lazily re-wording one of the other 400 similar pieces written on the same subject, in exactly the same way - over the last few years. So I guess one trip to Nero was all he really needed.

You're right. Clearly there are not enough Irish and Jamaicans in Dulwich. One can only pray this worrying population imbalance is rectified in the very near future. It's amazing what kind of an impact fifty or so highly visible Bugaboo-pushers can have on a short stretch of street - whilst the other ten thousand are at work.

Poor Tulip Did you think simply knocking out a pup would give you a golden ticket to a club where people become busom buddies (arf) regardless of age, life experience and personal circumstance? Why would anyone who was 25 want to hang around with a group of people knocking-on 40 anyway? Or vice versa, obviously. Come to think of it, why would anyone want to hang around with a group of random recent mothers anyway - unless there weren't any other options to fill-up the day? Ooh, look.. we've all had a baby. We've got that in common at least. Let's meet-up for coffee and slightly uncomfortable conversation, make half-hearted attempts to be interested in each other's children and listen politely to varying opinion on sleep training.

Mick Mac Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > How right you were Neil...and how foolish (and now > hypocritical) Blair, Brown, Mandelson, Campbell, > Prescott and the rest have been... And, Neil, how detached you were from real-world politics. "What are we for?", Neil asked, shaking with rage. "Winning", Campbell probably thought.

Magpie Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > this is time to break down the barriers and turn > real ale trendy.. Whose with me????? It doesn't need to be trendy.. it just needs to consistently taste nice. Give me nice proper beer over tasteless lager anyday. Unfortunately (*south/north beer bore alert*) 'beer' in London is simply an embarrassment. Where else would you have to go to a SPECIAL PUB that you know about just to get something vaguely palatable, as opposed to walking into any pub you see and be presented with some delicious local brew as a matter of course? That said, at least it doesn't rain every other day and you can understand what people are saying.

Jah Lush Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Oh that is so The Good Life *Bob*. Does Margo live > nextdoor? This was some time ago. In fact, a policeman and his wife lived next door - until she ran off with an Inspector, so my Mum told me.

Kiss and bake-up please

What sane person would want to brew their own beer? The alcohol/liquid ratio makes no sense whatsoever. The last person I met who 'brewed his own' looked like he hasn't had a wash for four months there appeared to be something very much like a frog nesting in his beard. And his house stank like a carpet after a teenage party. There were a few attempts at winemaking in the *Bob* senior household, but it all came to an end after my brother (aged ten or eleven) secretly helped himself to the Blackberry and Damson on bonfire night and nearly fell into the fire.

The Sun is like a dirty mirror in a pub urinal - into which its readers can have a quick look every day to reaffirm what they already thought was true. I don't mind The Sun. It seems like an honest relationship between punter and publication and I think both are more or less aware of it as such. The Mail, however is far more insidious, purporting (as it does) to be a proper newspaper, with serious-minded journalists who know better than their readers. The Sun exists for its readers. The Mail seems to exist for itself.

They had no choice - they couldn't get the staff.

No problems here. A pile arrive this morning.

And as for Mandela, well. All that 'ending apartheid' stuff. BIG DEAL. Next.