i wonder if pigeons like almonds... :P

almonds.

almonds...

My fingers smell slightly of almonds - as does Bean's back. Hopefully she'll return the favor next week when I've got SEG to do.

There once was a blogger called Hunt
Who...

no, let's not.

Linda: Well, i guess you must be very proud.

you may be about to live a few doors down from the house of someone that sank with the Titanic, but i've got a castle! :P

There once was a blogger named Clarke
Whose penchant was social remark
His postings habitual,
Of internet rituals
Should never be read in the dark.

Or sommat like that ;)

Fun Game To Play #422: Search your road name in Google. We're going to be a few doors down from the house of someone that sank with the Titanic. (Although that does seem rather common for pretty much anyone living in Southampton, TBH).

Toby: I have no idea where P/ went... I shall reinstate.

for every minute of foreplay, a woman burns roughly 1.5 calories, for every minute of intercourse, 4.5 calories.

Lindy wants to exercise more!! ;) :P

Toby: you could invite the Mark, he's harmless enough :P :)
Jimbly? Ram? Sat? invite Vicky if you like
I'm hoping for a traditional sit around in pub evening btw, Rachel's not coming so it won't turn into clubbing :)

Errm... probably. I haven't a clue when most of my courseworks are supposed to be in, but I'm presuming I can keep an evening free. As for the other Uni muppets, I don't know who you want to invite, but Dave is unlikely to be available.

On a completely different note: Cheesey, can we have the "P" directory of the Media tree back, please? You never re-instated it :P It isn't urgent, but I'd quite like the Paul Simon collection at the very least.

I'm thinking of organising a gathering at the Ram on Saturday evening, would this be convenient for people?

*hugs computer* *hugs perkin warbeck* Ah, it's good to be back, i missed this wonderful piece of technology :P

yes.

Wise words from the country that issues orders like this.

Eww. I join you in your silent rant.

Sigh.

And once again the Jimbly manages to find satire you could amputate a limb with. Nicely located, Sir.

Indeed. Art, technology and life have an interesting co-existence, whereby one imitates another and is simultaneously surpassed by the third. This may, and indeed does, happen in any permutation.

*cue deep thoughts*

Reminds me a little of Munch's Scream.

Ladies and gentlemen. For your viewing delight we now have a mobile version of the warbeck for those older/more compact/more inept (pocket IE, I'm looking at you) browsers. Well, it works here.

Well, if it's ancient mesopotamian, regardless of how it's been refridgerated, I'd presume it'd be fairly incendiary by definition. It may not actually appear to combust (although, given certain practices of the culture in question, I wouldn't put it past their high priests), but would give the rather personal impression of combustion to all who would ingest.

... ancient mesopotamian incendiary yoghurt ...

Meh!

yay! i did it!

this game is impossible!

where is everyone? talk to me, please :P