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Yeah, what Steve said. No helium! Unless it's for your personal MRI machine..?

I know it's tantamount to blasphemy to say this in these environs, but I find Micky Flanagan a terrible one trick pony - hilarious on first outing, but now out of material (other than that East Dulwich sells olives and he likes to wear a vest, and putting on borderline-racist funny accents). Same goes for Peter Kay (and yes, Jeremy, northern accents ARE inherently funny - I went to school in Bolton, so I'm allowed to say that). "Garlic? on bread?" - never not funny. His cheese in a cake reprise, never remotely funny.

Rufus Hound. Must die. Hard.

Have to say that jazz piano over dinner sounds like my idea of hell, but am very much applauding MM for his awareness of life beyond the environs. Actually, I'm moving to Denmark Hill at the weekend, so not sure if I'll still be able to post...

Bagsy not going for dinner at civilservant's house! FRIED, I tell you, FRIED!

Flaccid.

I had that once at Borough Market (on a brioche finger roll).

Are you related to Nikki Sixx?

Otta Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > And you still have my hat from that wedding! Er, yeah, not so much. Never, ever give a drunk woman your hat. And I'm going to put that in my speech! (am hoping that putting something on the EDF's a bit like going to confession, and I'm hereby absolved of my crimes...) Help-ma-Boab - got any kilt jokes? Am still wrestling with a gag about pianists.

Oh my, the Confetti website suggests I might want to use some of the following props: a revolving bow tie clown feet a whistle a clown nose

Ooh, Otta, that's good. The bride's my best friend - 30 years' worth of material - so far, so good. But I need to write it about the bride AND groom, and I lack anecdotes, and one bit that I had planned, I found out the groom's including in his speech, and now the fear's got me. I'm doomed.

Unwritten. The wedding's Saturday. Help me.

I love Rock Steady Eddie's - we used to arm wrestle Eddie for our breakfasts. We never won.

Boyfriend bought a top-end imac - works like a charm and looks brand new. Have a friend who gets all his apple stuff refurbed and loves it.

sactly

titch juicy Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > British sitcoms in general are dreadful- I think > Grandma's House was the last half decent one. Surely ALL sitcoms are. For every phenomenally successful Friends import, we have to tolerate all piles of shit with characters called Raymond and their big-haired wives. (and when I say tolerate, I mean be too sick to lift the remote control). Grandma's House was brilliant. Green Wing, Black Books ditto. They're few and far between, but then so was Friends.

Forget lamb; here's a great recipe for deer entrails: http://www.grouprecipes.com/98487/humble-pie.html I should add, that the recipe in question is for a pie. Deer entrails also known as humbles.

When they first came out, I was somewhat confused by the brazilian blow-dry... But I imagine in this case, woody could look forward to a pretty dress and a limo tour of the west end. He'd go down a storm at Boujis.

I am a temporary resident of Shoreditch - your hipster is my hasbeen. The fact that he's even wearing socks shows he's too concerned with practicalities, such as keeping his ankles warm, to truly attain real hipster status.

Hmm, anyone got a recipe for popcorn?

hot pink socks are excellent - there's more to life than black you know, Otta - look around you, the world's a riot of colour. embrace it, drink it in, wear a yellow sock or a jaunty orange weskit - you will feel alive and vibrant - and the world will love you for it!

Also see, "moving to clapham"

now *Bob*, don't go getting all MrBen on our asses

May not be within his gift - most organisations have strict social media rules for their employees, and people get fired for not following them.

Was Kermit there, was Kermit there?