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Yeah, I struggle with the quality (or lack thereof) of the dialogue - and am I mad, or is Saskia Reeves normally a better actress than that? That said, last night willing suspension of disbelief kicked in - it's enjoyable hokum (but I'm not enjoying his hair).

Solipsistic narcissistic inanity where once was wit and discourse

Haven't seen much cliquiness of late Karter - care to elaborate?

The cult of celebrity.

Well there's a can of worms and no mistake...

Numpties??? Why would anyone want this job? I don't know, maybe to put a roof over their heads, food on their table and clothes on their backs? Snobbery of the worst kind. You don't want a parking ticket, don't park where you're not supposed to. Don't blame it on the guys enforcing the rules that you've broken, and oh my god don't start looking down your nose at them. So some of them aren't doing their job perfectly. Are you all?

The podiatrist at ESPH is called Mr Trebilcock - I know it's childish to laugh, the man is clearly a legend...

jenny1840 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > If you had said bread and wine, we would have > laughed harder. "We" jenny? My name is legion for we are many? Or "We" as in royal, aristo-anarchists? And if you don't want spelling tips, don't dish them out (incorrectly) yourself sugarlips.

Thanks Brendan. You're a doll.

jenny1840 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Oh ladies if you are going to try and name drop at > least get it right ! Which one and what about the > s. It just makes you look sooooo ED. And SALAD , > oh please your not in the palmerston dears. S? What S? And if I'd meant Bread and Wine, I would have said Bread and Wine. If you're going to be a pedant, get your pedantry right. (subject of which, it's "try to", not "try and...", and don't get me started on your / you're)

David Cameron happy to sit in traffic jams "like ordinary people"? Because the best way for our prime minister to spend an hour is inhaling traffic fumes around Piccadilly. Hope it chokes him. Tw*tting Marie Antoinette - brioche anybody?

Coward of the fricking County, and the fact that it's so doggone catchy. Now I love a song with a story, and plenty enough country songs do have a story, but here Kenny's singing away, jolly as you like, about a bloke who doesn't get into fights because his dad told him not to from prison or something. So some local types gang rape his girlfriend (presumably because they know he won't do nuthin about it) and then he finds his backbone and sorts them out. I KNOW it's a fiction, but for fuck's sake Kenny, do you have to sound so fucking happy about it, and why the fuck does a woman have to get gang raped for CotC to find his cojones? Couldn't they just have run over his faithful dog or set fire to his corn or something. Oh it makes me really fucking angry.

Oh zounds Woof, you beat me to it. jenny, just because you're too poor to afford an Aga, don't come on here ranting about spinelessness - try a Rayburn instead. And if you're all about the deliciousness, they do a frightfully good bone marrow salad at St John

It was a triumph. I am a triumph. I should be feted in supermarkets all across the land! I am also a broken woman and really need a lie down. And yes, I was just a little bit drunk - I think I may still be now - but it really was terribly magnificent and beautiful.

Did anyone notice the sun going down last night? A bright bright golden sun striking the dome of St Paul's between opaque gunmetal clouds - a thing of glory and wonder. I love bright sunshine on stormy days - creates a strange quality of light, making everything look hyper-real and super-3D somehow. (and PGC, I apologise for my part in the fripperies - my handbag does in fact bring me irrational joy, not just as a thing of great loveliness in itself, but for all it represents)

Turkey.

Actually bought the McQueen one a wee while ago, so I'm glad you approve. Tomorrow is the autumn press launch for the company I'm currently working for. Biggest press event they've ever done. Ridiculous deadlines, long nights, weekends, and I'm dog tired, but cola and adrenaline have got me this far - one martini tomorrow night and I'm anybody's. Coveting these at the moment.

Hmm, I find Lulu Guinness a bit gimmicky. I prefer something like this Alexander McQueen number But what is bringing me joy today is seeing all my insanely hard work of the past two months come to fruition tomorrow, and it looks beautiful. I actually welled up this morning. Tired and happy. This time tomorrow, I'll be drunk and happy. This time on Thursday I'll be drunk and happy. This time on Friday, I will again be drunk and happy. On Saturday I will be in bed and happy. Happy happy joy joy. Let the good times roll...

Sean, I heard it wasn't even him but some staff writer - although I can't account for the veracity of that. Still though, grade A twat.

Hahaha Impetuous, nice shot - I practically licked the screen

???? Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > ...I think it may possibly be reference to your > more positive cyncism to politics rather than the > more negative cyncism of some of us, but who > knows, Rosie's post remains an enigma Yes. Enigmatic. Good. But mostly Quids has it - Sean (and indeed Huge Nought)'s more grown up attitude to voting than my rather childish jest about not encouraging them. On the subject of which*, do you feel run down when you get hit by a truck? *childish that is, not not encouraging them

Yeah, the guns thing on Ross wasn't good, but I probably found it more diverting than you Keef... Lutherl Weapon - I'm liking this notion. Spooks is ludicrous, but good fun ludicrous, so that's what I'm hoping for here. Popcorn telly.

Oi, Keef, NO, he wasn't a cock - don't be alarmed Impetuous one - he was just a normal bloke. A very handsome normal bloke. With probably quite a lot of what Tillie was saying going on - I'm sure of it. Is it morning? Is this what I should be thinking about right now..? Oh well.

BBCiplayer for me - unshaven you say..?

Ah, Impetuous, you're a fan of my boyfriend then...?