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So, twelve sides, I'm thinking about slanging it up as an 'Apostles'. Yes I am and that'll be the last time I 'quotes' it an' all. I think the idea of a single coin with a plural nomenclature*, for want of a better phrase, would be ginchy and marvy beyond all reason, really. It'd trip off the tongue(s)of the billionaire, the barrister, the barrow boy and the b@stard in the pub, whose blathering warrants a slap, with equal alacrity. Yes, it's a word of the people so it is. Demotic, and don't let any bleeder tell you any different. Really. Don't. Initial thoughts about extensions of the newly-minted and soon to sweep the nation term: A Gospeller-?4:00 A Betrayal-?11:00: A Thomas - a coin whose authenticity is perhaps untrustworthy: A Ressurection a complete fake. *If nomenclature is the 'mot juste' I'm seeking here, d'accorde, of course.

Well I don't know about anyone else, but each time I hear the word 'bonfire' who do I think of? Go on, guess. Do, go on.

Or of course you could take it as an opportunity to stop being utter berks. And to quote the great Bugs Bunny "QUIT BEIN' A MAROON! AN IMBISIL!" As well as following the wisdom of the equally great (as Bugs B) Keith Richards who reckoned the money he wasted (?) on hard drugs was the "price of an education". Also consider the teachings of Buddha who in this sort of situation would order another pint and proclaim "Oh for %$&*'s sake, and some of these b@st@rds probably have piggin' driving licences" So, think on!

A Dodo sounds good there Max. If in fact the 12 sided 'bit' is named a dodecagon as you claim. I'll take your word for it of course. When making a small wager, would it work? I'll have a Dodo to win on Shapely Goddess in the 3:15? Not completely sure about that. And what of the subsequent, inevitable dialogue in the pub? Down to me last Dodo? Ain't got a Dodo to me name? Sub us a few Dodo 'til payday? I'm not sure it quite 'sings' all that well. But never mind it's early days yet.

You Keep Me Hangin' On - The Supremes

Love the sauciness of the thrupenny bit slang reference but also I like the introduction of a small knobbly coin again. For far too long we've had to put up with them round, milled edged ol' suckers. Fair got on me thrups so they did. I reckon shove ha'penny boards (played with the modern pound bits) will make a comeback, I'll encourage it enthusiastically, even vigorously. What shall we call 'em? How about pound bits? Mmmm, not sure. 16 ouncers? Mmmm even less sure. The 12-sided bastard? I like it, but not sure it'll catch on. Requires a little more thought. Any suggestions?

Utterley rotten 'show', any little bit I've seen of it. And it's ALWAYS been little bits because the thing was/is (Oh crap don't tell me it's going to c*ntinue) dreary, desperate 'n' dismal at best. At worst*, just 'cause it's the worsest thing on the television compared to, say 'Walker Texas Ranger' which is a sensible and far more intelligent choice by comparison,then I suppose I'll let it lie. *Could only be worst, worser, if Huw Edwards(Hell's f*****g teeth) decided to tip up, pissed on strong European lager and cheap wine and started opinionating all 'round the gaff. That'd be abysmal, yes it would.

May I be the first (if of course I am) to start referring to everyone's new President as 'Dump' or my personal favourite 'Turps'? I think 'Turps' over here and 'Dump' over there works. Just a thought.

Well done REDD! There's not enough owning-up to pissed-up posting and far too much thumb-knuckle-between-the-front-teeth justification of same that just ends up as tedious as, well, pissed-up posting. I don't want to discourage anyone from posting pissed but at least have the critical nous to review it and if necessary (as our chum REDD did) find it wanting. Well done, sir!

The stolen initial sketches of my Who-based 2017 lingerie collection - 'SEAMY' 'FILMY' 'MUCH-ME' 'EEL-ME'. It's all gone to sh!t. Damn those fashion spies. I doubt I'll ever be quite the same again.

'Trainers' - not necessarily* the thin-soled sort, but the bulbous, chunky bleeders that look as is they they should be on the lower extremities of one of those show-offs that pretend to enjoy running up mountains. They have no place in the public bar of The Castle. Or even The Plough. Huw Evans. Using the word 'like' as a form of nonsensical, hideously stupid form of verbal puntuation. Stop it. Cliff Richard. I don't dislike him particularly, he just makes no sense any more. Take a rest. Prayer. *Though those need to be dealt with at some point.

jaywalker Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > The secret is in the temperature. No fire risk, no > good. > > However, I think they are a little d?mod?. Much > better is the Simon Hopkinson (as seen on tv) > procedure: steam potatoes for 20 minutes, skin (oh > how I despise potatoes with their skins on), and > put in the roasting tin back in the oven with the > gravy whilst the bird rests. They absorb the gravy > and get a little brown. Edenic. I get they're obviously better than demode (can't get the accent on the 'e' and right now can't remember whether it's grave or acute) 'dinner' poppies according to Simon H, but they're not roast murphies, are they? They're what I reckon are 'soppy spuds' - there to soak up the juice, good enough. Roasties have a little more mettle and intially take a wash in the moisture but won't breakdown completely until penetrated. Let's hope Sue finds her burnt starchy grail some time soon.

I just start singing 'All Along The Watchtower', my first rendition is the Dylan one and the second is the Hendrix version. I throw a little quiz out and ask them which is which. Rarely can they tell, but little do they know I can't myself. Snicker. I offer a straight 'heads or tails' bet for a fiver, but rarely get taken up on it. When I say that I actually do this, I never actually have, so take it as a possible response on my part. Though it seems such an exhaustingly unlikely process that I almost certainly won't do it. I'll just carry on with the usual banal "Not for me" (when I bother to answer my door, I'm with Larry David about the 'pop-in) to the invariably polite (if deluded) people who turn up with a pleasant looking youngster in tow. Never a particular bother as far as I can see.

Anyone prepared to start a Seinfeld-style admission of 'going solo'? Perhaps you've been 'hammering the keyboard' 'directing traffic in a sleepy cul-de-sac' or 'gesticulating angrily at an imaginary foe'? Just realised that by putting '' round a phrase makes it innuenod-ey, so if anyone wants to carry on in that vein then more power to your elbow. Oh wait, 'carry on in that vein' and 'more power to your elbow'. Now see what I'm getting at? Anyone else want to throw their hat in the ring? That is 'throw their hat in the ring'?

I'd like to add my thanks to Red Apple - order my 'specialist' mags for me and and are always friendly and chatty. I especially admire them on Friday afternoons which I gather, is treat day for the local schoolkids, their patience and cheerfulness is always there.

What's all this "this weather" flummery about? Cold? I'll give you cold. I've checked my lavatory surface - no ice, inside of the windows - no ice and have not woken up once to find my bed linen crispy with frozen perspiration. So it's not cold it's 'fresh' or 'slightly bracing'. No need at all for woollens of any description yet, a souvenir 2009 Mott The Hoople T-shirt and lightweight flanellete shirt is ample for the time being. Ye young fellas need to get a grip.

Mind he was never going to do a a 180, was he?

Driverles bloody cars?? I don't know. What the blistering Tintin next, eh!!? F@ckerless shags I shun't be surprised! I've said it before (above), but I'll say it again, I DON'T KNOW. I really don't.

Oasis

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Hiya Loz, I always get a text the day before my appointments, from the hospital, the dentist and the quack (yep, I'm that high medical maintenance). I'm ashumin' you got you one them portable style telephones, so jus' let 'em know yer digits an' they'll telegraph ya!

Sue, the only thing to do is to go back there and tweak the teats of the sixteen quid blighters, despite your generous and forgiving mien (is mien the word I want?). Order your Sunday scran, but insist that your 'roast' potatos are sliced and deep-fried!! SHAAAAMMME!!! Yes, chips. Good chips will always trump bad roast poppies - FACT! So although you don't get the BEST roast lunch, you get a better one than you would've had. And of course the establishment is given pause, a chance to reflect on their woeful spud performance, fall brokenly on each others' shoulders and resolve, nay SWEAR to do better by you in the future. Seriously I reckon it's what Escoffier woulda done.

It's to stop people being nobs and not turning up for no good reason to an appointment they might think was 'free'. If they're lying about it and it works, then more power to their dissembling elbows, says I! So long as they don't lie about my test results...

For some reason it was the books of Robert Harris. Can't remember why and now I'm all embarrassed about it all. I've recently read Archangel, The Ghost, The Fear Index and Fatherland. All well written and entertaining. I mean to say, it's not like he's Jefferey bastard Archer, is it? Boy was my face metaphorically red for a while there! But now I'm back to pale and interesting. Literally. Still not been to, or had a beverage from a Starbucks, though.

The Keeper of the Castle - The Four Tops