hellosailor

I was there! Loved it! Did your tent survive the monsoon on Thursday night or did you go on Friday? Regina Spektor and also the Pretenders were brilliant I thought. Is also by far the best festival for food I think! And Broken Family Band were ace

Yes defender - I would be interested to learn how you know whether the comments are untrue or not? Does your bus have a camera linked to Nigel's bus? Or perhaps you're hiding in his glove compartment? :)

I am so sick of the 185 bus driver who is legendary in these parts for having, shall we say, 'anger management issues' and finds a way to be unpleasant or rude to every new passenger to booard the bus (that is, when he actually allows them to board the bus as I have seen him deny people boarding for many spurious reasons!) that I have taken the step of contacting bus complaints today. I was in a real rush this morning to get to a hospital appointment and had to go through the usual rigmorole of him calling me back after showing him my one day bus pass (not flashing it but holding it up to the glass for a good few seconds as I know better than to flash it with him) and then having him insist I pass it through to him to turn over and over in his hands like he's examining a freshly discovered architectural artefact and then HOLDING IT UP TO THE LIGHT for about 30 seconds as if it was a forged banknote!

My cat used to bring in frogs on a daily basis - and I agree the screaming noise the frogs make is horrendous. In my experience a frog can be rescued from the jaws or paws of a cat and hop away (with your help) relatively unscarred, even if the cat has been 'playing with them' for quite a long time. Sometimes I successfully rescued birds which seemed unscathed and flew away, so I think it's worth intervening. It's totally natural for cats to prey on these animals but I think if it isn't too late to intervene then it's good to have a bash at saving the victim..

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Arthur Miller Oliver Reed and another vote for Martin Luther King (this is not in a specific order I realise that Oliver Reed should not trounce MLK on a wish list)

In 1996 When I was 17 I had a job working on the tills at Tesco which I did after school and at weekends...I earned about 45 quid each week which was a fortune to me and all was well until I realised that there was going to be a scramble for people trying to change shifts to watch Euro '96. Mercifully most of the older ladies manning the tills were not bothered but possibly because I was a slip of a schoolgirl, the boys on the tills seemed to be given first dibs. I missed the first England match as there wasn't anyone who would swap shifts and spent a miserable few hours sitting at my till in an ENTIRELY DESERTED tumbleweed Tesco's, unable to prevent myself from pointly out loudly and with no small degree of venom to any man who did come in (I still remember one came in for a single bag of grapes) 'ENGLAND ARE PLAYING NOW - WHY ARE YOU HERE?' It got too much to bear when I was rostered on for the England -Spain match and I'm ashamed to say I got my mum to ring the customer service desk to say my Granny had been hit by a car, then fled, wiping away my crocodile's tears and sprinted to the nearest pub.... I'm not proud.... p.s Gran was already dead so I didn't feel I was tempting fate on her behalf.

I quite agree PinkyB and also shudder at creeping Americanims if I'm honest, I would like to clarify in order to head potential complaints off at the pass that I wasn't using cookie as a general term for biscuit, I specifically meant soft centered choc chip filled baked goods. Heaven forfend that I would ever refer to a rich tea or a garibaldi as a cookie. I'm a smart biscuit you see.. :))

sorry guys, didn't mean to bring the tone down....was merely intended as a factual account...will stick to cookie recipes and missing cats from now on I promise :))

Love the bit about the Elgin marbles! (ahem, we did sort of do that to be fair...) :))

I once had a flatmate who I had in fact been friends with for 18 months before we moved in....looking back she had shown a few signs of having quite a temper on her before we even moved in, for example the time when a bloke treated her badly and she kicked a bin on the street repeatedly until she broke some of her toes. On maybe the second or third day we lived together we ordered a chinese from the takeaway opposite our flat and when we opened our front dooor I saw that my ex boyfriend, who I had only broken up with recently and was heartbroken about, had parked his car bang outside our door so I asked her if she minded popping into the takeaway to pick up our order as I thought it was fairly likely he was in there, and couldn't face a torturously awkward conversation with him if he was. She didn't look pleased but she walked over the road and collected it, then came back through the front door, threw the whole takeway at me and all over the wall and called me a coc* suckin* c**t. Thereafter whenever she arrived home in a bad mood she would fly-kick the front door closed with such force that there were footprints more than half way up the door. After that her behaviour became increasingly mental and after a year or so the final straw came when she said I could only come with her in her car to Sainsbury's, which was a fair way away, if I purchased one item only in the store and told her in advance what is was going to be. Having sucked this up like a bit of a gutless wimp for over a year, I eventually snapped, Basil Fawlty style, and packed her bags while she was out and threw them all down the fire escape. Her reaction on her return can most accurately be compared to what happens when Dr. Bruce Banner turns into The incredible hulk. I never saw her again but her parting shot was to get her father to phone my mother (bear in mind we were adults) to say that I had been physically violent to her while she lived with me. Of course my mum knew this was all baloney and I happened to be visiting my mum for tea when she got the call and bless her, quick as a flash, in her soft and reasonable RP tones she replied. 'Oh really, I'm do apologise for her conduct. I can only put it down to the fact she is a coc* sucking* cun* love my mum >:D<

Michael Hutchence was always my favourite.. not many rich pickings on the pop/rock scene now sadly. If I was a bloke I reckon I'd be into Lily AND Cheryl. pair of minxes.

Chocolate Angel Delight wearing 2 pairs of socks in the course of one day. Ok,not heinous but I was brought up to think that was the height of decadence. Oh, and we ate coal at Christmas.

I also got the weird diatribe letter through my letterbox....it was pretty dark I thought.

Did you watch the recent Red Riding Trilogy HB? excellent excellent stuff.

Have you read all of James Ellroy, I'm pretty sure you have if you like crime. The Black Dahlia and LA Confidential are both brilliant. Also ross macdonald Find A Victim

Thank you again to The Man. The Legend. Barry. (tu)

Huguenot you are my hero :))

thanks MM, not sure it's worth shelling out ?1.50 every week in the light of that.... Tho there is a man in Spain this morning who would disagree I suppose...

you can't choose a number twice out of the numbers 1 to 50, though because the lucky stars numbers are 1 to 9 you obviously might repeat a number in that sense.

Thank you chaps :)) but I am eager for an actual Maths whizz to tell me how many permutations there are if you are choosing 5 out of 50 numbers and 2 out of 9 lucky stars! I just think it can be nowhere near 76 million possible combinations! I need figures! Is Stephen Hawking on the forum please? He can do sums in his head and that.

Drastic but effective measures Louisa >:D

I don't play the lottery but played the Euromillions biggest jackpot ever last night for a bit of fun... It really surprises me that the 113 million was won by 1 person, and read this morning that the chances of winning the jackpot were something like 76 million to 1. This got me thinking, given that the winner had to match 5 numbers out of a choice of 50, and 2 'lucky star' numbers out of a choice of 9, surely there are not 76 million different permutations of numbers you could pick? Surely there are not, relatively speaking, that many different permutations? If this is correct, why did someone minted not simply buy a ticket for every permutation, as however much that cost it would not cost 113 million surely? or am I being a maths-peasant and in fact it would cost you more than that to buy a ticket for every possible combination? Maths boffins please stop me puzzling by telling me - how many different number combinations would there have been?!:)

I'm Still Waiting - Diana Ross

It's spreading...100 Acre Wood in Swine flu scare... :))