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GPWM - I hear that funkypigeon.com do a nice line in "hello - we're a foreign law enforcement agency - your child is dead..." notifications, a much more empathetic and nuanced way to break bad news... if they've had access to evidence files from different forces, they can use a picture of a favourite toy or a birthday party scene for that personal touch - "cuddle cat says 'where's maddie' - shall we tell him ?" - that sort of thing

that's not the Thunderbirds episode featuring Brains and The Mole as I remember it, to be fair...

I thought so too. sorry chaps, but I don't think so - i reckon it's another finger and knuckle - unless she has prematurely aged nipples that are like those big sultanas you can get...

Nothing says remember the bread and milk like Angel of Death by Slayer. you could have a fairly decent shopping list, fully prompted by a death metal playlist (bit meat-heavy, but you could always tack 'vegetable man' by pink floyd on the end): chopped in half (obituary) - pork chops blinded by fear (at the gates) - domestic bleach charred remains (autopsy) - barbecue stuff maze of torment (morbid angel) - cornflakes kill your mother, rape your dog (dying fetus) - hot dogs i cum blood (cannibal corpse) black pudding rapture (morbid angel) - angel delight out of the body (pestilence) - body mist deodorant from womb to waste (dying fetus) - bin liners second skin (dying fetus) - pickled onions

decent shout if you're talking about the properly prepared pistachio, vanilla and cherry configuration if one of your preferred tre colori is chocolate, however, you're better off doing us all a favour, ignoring charlie's advice and going and pulling a kettle-full of scalding water off the table and on to your face....

been a dull summer so far at ours on the bird front; sat out for a couple of hours yesterday just watching what was on the feeders, and the best i can manage is a delinquent family of starlings who descend en masse and cause a scene, and a whole pile of young blue tits (collectively referred to 'the fledgetits' by someone juvenile); random great tit has gatecrashed the party too all this activity, for the most part, is observed with malicious intent by the murderous beast from her lair in the fuhrer bunker (have dug out the footings for a new porch that'll be built at some point, which has provided the cover)

how does the MR2 handle ?

oh my word that's a good choice - a dry-hopped beer, very much like Armada from Harvey's, which can be spectacular - the (entirely intentional) slight cloudiness is making me moist - only thing wrong with that stuff is the small bottles - Armada is available on draught....

not 100% sure that this was the work of The Flooze or not, but she was strutting about looking pleased with herself this morning, so the finger of suspicion is pointing very firmly in her direction:

must....resist....insert....other......media.....existing....attachment.....

oh Doctor - will you stop messing about with all that plumbing, darling - dinner's ready...

a pressed hand - well, in that case it'll be a different matter entirely - why on earth didn't you say that you were a travelling man ?

more helpfully - that leaky pipe that you've fixed with putty, get yerself a roll of PTFA tape, unscrew the joint, wrap it round the thread and do it up again - your temporary fix will become permanent

current debate notwithstanding - have a greenie for your avatar

the royal family benefiting from a car accident for which no-one is held to account - hah - what compete tosh ! it's not as if they have any sort of previous for that sort of thing....

as if the place hasn't suffered enough - an inundation of fucking arsenal fans going there on holiday !

Balotelli's contract cancelled by Brescia after his failure to turn up for training since teams started working towards the resumption; should've had another two years at the Rigamonti after this season (hypothetically anyway - would no doubt have exercised a release clause following their inevitable relegation); Cellino now saying that the signing was a mistake from day one... ETA - turned up for training today (Tuesday) but refused admission to the club facility and, basically, told to piss off...

can't abide anything else that she's done, but if ever a song was crying out to be twice as long as its actual duration, and continue to get increasingly out of order until it reaches a screaming, mental crescendo, this is it...

if a dog's the right size to fit in a microwave, that's where it belongs otherwise - something to go for a jog with - a brindled lurcher, wonderful creatures...

pyramid stage, '94, between the prodigy and boo radleys...

thanks for your consideration - mind you keep me informed if the situation changes, please

real departure for me of late (not usually a fan of light ales) as a bloke at work who i've been helping out bought me a "mini cask" of Hopback Summer Lightning; struck it in the fridge on a whim and hafta say that drawing off a pint in to a bottle that's been chilled in the freezer over the course of these last few blazing hot days has been a near-religious experience - just gorgeous - very highly recommended indeed https://www.hopback.co.uk/

these are pretty good, but if you want proper a proper "slow travel" experience, navigate across canada using google streetmaps - it'll take you a while (so I'm told by a very dull friend)

COVID-19 thread/compulsory masks on public transport discussion for this pish.... ETA - awww cock - with apologies to Pozbaird for not reading what had already been posted