*Bob*

Just looking through The Code now. I expect Gillian's defence was in reference to 'first aid on the road', but it pleased the court to put her actions more under the heading of 'techniques for drivers and riders'.

And she gobbled someone off on the A1 slip road*. Is that committing an offence? I'm not sure if it's covered by the highway code. *NB Taylforth claimed that her partner had suffered an acute attack of pancreatitis and she was merely massaging his stomach to soothe his abdominal pain. She lost the libel case.

"Aaand now, the season finale of season six. You can still catch all of season five, including that season's finale (and season finales from the other seasons) on catchup. Season seven, coming soon, is rumoured to be the last season. This final season - the seasons' finale - is due in the spring, with the seasons' season season finale now scheduled.. for the Easter season."

Is someone going to utter the phrase 'season finale' soon? Please.. for me. I do love it so.

You still get a couple of hits out of the opening show or two, but then it's time to switch. Loving the really cheap furnishings this year. And Brian Dowling really has taken his presenting skills to a whole new level this time round. And you've got to hand it to Five: Paula, rejected by C4 for a previous series on psychological grounds is already enjoying a few demeaning meltdowns on camera. Good work, Five! We watched something on BBC4 afterwards to try and get rid of that grubby feeling.

Bought ahh kid one of those wooden train track/set things a few years back. The bidding list went like this: Mr & Mrs Nice - 2 days remaining - ?16.00 Jane SuperLovely - 18 hrs remaining -?17.50 Mr & Mrs Nice - 13 hrs remaining - ?19.50 Excited Grandparent 9 hrs - ?20.00 Jane SuperLovely - 4 hrs - 22.00 Mr & Mrs Nice - 2 hrs -?23.50 Excited Grandparent - 45 mins - ?24.00 Jane SuperLovely - 20 mins - 24.50 Mr & Mrs Nice - 8 mins - ?25.00 Excited Grandparent - 4 mins - ?25.50 Mr & Mrs Nice - 2 mins - ?26.00 Excited Grandparent - 1 min - ?26.50 *Bob*TheBastard - 2 second remaining - 27.00 Felt slightly guilty.

And so the moral of the story is.. "It doesn't matter who you are or what you do: someone, somewhere - thinks you're a murderer"

Effort and cost are often associated with fashion, but I don't think they're at the core of it. When I was fourteen, there was certainly little effort or cost involved in tucking a chunky-knit jumper into my trousers and strutting around like a bell-end trying to look vaguely cool - whilst sweating profusely and not getting served in pubs.

Where football is concerned, I favour a noose.

Of course I have a little snigger at some of the more ludicrous looks on-show, but my underlying feeling is usually 'and why not.. good on yer!'. It's so disappointing to see someone 'giving up' on clothes.. At any age.

Huguenot Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > It's probably my age, but I can't shake off the > feeling that admiring oneself in the mirror is not > a characteristic a man should be proud of. > > The 'urban woodsman' is such a ridiculous > affectation that it falls front and centre in the > 'vanity' category. > > It's a particularly pathetic look because unlike > hipsters (who consciously look vain and > pretentious), woodsmen try and pass themselves off > as capable and manly. Twerps. > > I first came across this look a couple of years > ago sported by some early doors Facebook > employees, and it's fair to say that they were > total tw*ts. I think it's something called 'fashion', Huge. Some of it may be a touch ridiculous, but - on balance - it's makes for brighter world than one populated solely by pot-bellied thirtysomething's in chinos and one-size-fits-all pastel-coloured tees from Uniclo.

Respect to those determined to continue the 'debate' on Christmas Day, Boxing Day and from the ski slopes etc. I salute you all! As far as I know, there's yet to be a post made on here from within a burning building, but I suppose it's only a matter or time. Mick - 'what Otta said'. Twas just a point, not all-consuming or controversial - but a factor fo' sho'. Just skimming over the first 600000 pages on this subject - and it would appear all possible points have already been made four or five times, so (as they say) 'stick a fork in my ass..'

The builder's mate working on a house refurb around the corner from us at least has the decency to try to hide his skunk spliff - on the occasions I've gone past at 8.30am.

To the jokers, the pedants, the knowledgable, the grim, peacemakers, the stirrers, wits, councillors, dullards, the indignant, the ignorant, the sensible, the luddites, the whiners & whingers, the banned, the old, the young, the lurkers, the regulars, the obsessives, crusaders, nutters, munters, the plain angry, the administrators and - last but not least - the servers. I WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS ONE AND ALL See you on the other side - for more of the same.

silverfox Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > What a load of mumbo jumbo nonsense Says the one who claims "I do believe in God, and by that I mean a supernatural omnipotent being who has called this universe into existence." I mean, really. People in glass houses and all that. At least trees and the like are actually real.

It's like the foxhunting thing, to a certain degree. The association of foxhunting with sherry-quaffing toffs on horseback added a certain social and class frisson to the whole proceedings. Similarly, the luxury pricetag of FG and thus association with overfed gorging gourmets does the same. The only viable justification of FG is the honest one: I know where it comes from - and I don't care because I like it. You'd hear the same justification in KFC though.

computedshorty Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Are you sure that the fence is yours and you are > responsible for it, > A fence that boarders two properties, is classed > that the fence on the left hand side looking at > your own property from the front is yours. Common myth. No such 'left hand fence' rule exists. If in doubt, check the deeds.. It's the only way to know for sure. And.. Ho ho ho... Meeeeerrry Christmas!

In terms of flavour and texture, I'm told the naturally-fed type doesn't really stand-up. If that's the type you get, is there one you can recommend?

If the best flavour from lamb could only be obtained by plunging a red-hot poker into its eyeballs whilst simultaneously hitting it on the knees with a snooker cue in the week leading up to the trip to the abattoir, would this be ok? In the interests of flavour and gourmet bravado, I mean. A ridiculous scenario, the point being that everyone would surely draw the line somewhere. That fact that a lot of people draw the line before force-feeding to the point of liver-burst hardly makes them camo-jacketed ALF radicals. Let's be honest, it doesn't look good on paper. It does seem odd that the general momentum of the foodie brigade has consistently been towards allowing animals to exist in as natural a state as possible before they get eaten, free range, free roaming, - but for some reason, exceptions like this are don't count - because, well, it tastes so diddly-darned good!

silverfox Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Edited to say I've just noticed this thread has > certainly struck a chord with 6,297 posts which > implies a number of people are wondering whether > it's time to sell up and get out. No, a number of people just enjoying rubbernecking a good potential online bunfight - that's all. The idea that anyone might consider selling-up because the area has failed to deliver an art-house cinema and a sushi joint is amusing, but quite mad. Nobody moved here for the edgy, authentic dining, glitch beats and asymmetrical haircuts - or the promise of such.

I think that's just about it. Any existing music = soundtrack. Written 'for' the film = score. An exception would be eg a song written for the film but for use during, say, the titles or credits. Score is usually written for, but also 'written to' the picture. Though I'm sure a lot of less trad composers these days just do a load of cues which the editor can mix up as they please.. especially in action flicks.

I must take issue with Jeremy's definition here. 'Songs' is too narrow a term to describe those 'pieces' that might make up a soundtrack. One would not describe an orchestral 'piece' as a 'song'. Nor would one describe 'tunes' such as Gritty Shaker out of Ocean's 11 - as a 'song'. Both these 'tracks' are, however, most definitely 'soundtrack'.

Woodrot - look away

Can I just fill in from here? They should be out looking for a job, not going up The Shard What about people who work all day but still can't afford to go up The Shard It's not my fault I don't have a job It's not my fault I do have a job Hitler. (Thread ends)

Does this mean there aren't enough working class plebs to keep Iceland open? How helpful is this sort of language, do you reckon?