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Sounds good, '.washed down with...?' to complete the picture.

Very impressive - top of the class, From a less good 24.5.

Missed opportunity, we should have had your BMI's published alongside those menus.

What wouldn't? Face it, your using an OS that's an endagered species.

No ammo? Really? Can't say the article held my concentration. But this did: http://www.theregister.co.uk/2009/09/23/sw..._military_bras/ It has the words Swedish, bras, young, burst, strip and military all in the same sentence.

Strangely enough, me too. Lived on them as a student for several weeks many years ago, mind you, the enormous overdraft may have been the primary motivating factor.

Vegetarian - old Indian word for bad hunter.

the next time you take down a pigeon, bear in mind it could be part of a very important message: http://www.ietf.org/rfc/rfc1149.txt?number=1149

Anyone but Murray.

Good point.

Purely in the spirit of late night debate, it seems to me that you chaps and chapesses are continuing to conduct a very narrow debate around a subject that has long since had no relevance i.e voting for politicians. Look, in the old days we had people that purported to represent our views in Parliament. The fact that the only people that could afford to do this were the landed gentry with their own interests at heart is a mere detail. The important concept to understand is the timeframe between sending someone to Westminster (some year), for Parliament to decide something (possibly several years later) and for it to be enacted in law (many,many years later) only for the candidate’s constituents to work out (if still alive) that it’s not exactly what they originally had in mind nor necessarily in their interest. Oh well. We move rapidly to the modern day where parliamentarians are not only making the news but suddenly finding that they are the news and very much on the back foot. Our entire system of government is now centered around the feeding-frenzy that is 24-hour news. MP’s react, they don’t cogitate, ruminate, let alone debate. (The only exception to this is if you are called ‘Lord’ someone or other and then you are given many,many months to report on something fairly straightforward, but for some reason that’s ok with us). But what we want is action now. So, if you take the twin concepts of parliamentary representation and satisfying the requirements of the publicly funded media to their logical conclusions, then MP’s are totally superfluous: you’ve elected them but don’t like everything they say, you pay them a fraction of what a publicly funded journalist is paid to knock them down, you’re aghast at their allowances at the same time you refuse to submit your own self-assessment until the last minute in case you’ve forgotten to claim for something, you hate the EU but take their subsidies – so get rid of them all, save a fortune and leave it to the Civil Service. In the place of MP’s let’s have every home (and pub) wired with a fibre-optic voting button – perfectly do-able (scan your id card for authentication). Parliament can then get rid of every MP, every minister, every superfluous waste of breath and then every issue can become an instant and representative referendum flashed-up on every news channel in the known world. Goodbye party politics and hello to ‘have your say’. Four times a day, maybe more at weekends, we can have Noel Edmunds or Jeremy Vine presenting the likes of: ‘Baby P’s mother –how long should she serve? Vote now’, ‘Foreign Policy in Afghanistan – bring troops home tomorrow or next week? Vote now‘, ‘Asian People – repatriate or assimilate? Vote now’, ‘Joanna Lumley – state funeral? Vote now’, ‘The Hunting Ban - is it time to include fish?’ Vote now.’ The absolutely fantastic aspect of this proposal is that it will pre-empt the evil propaganda exuded by the owners of British newspapers and ordinary people will have to make a decision before they are told what to think by the proprietor of the newspaper they read. Oh dear, unless tomorrow's voting topics are published in today's Sun - back to the drawing board. So, ‘Do we need newspapers and MP’s or should we leave it to the good old British knee-jerk reaction?’ Don’t fanny about, Vote now.

I have to admit that I suffer from this quite a lot. I find if I've missed a couple and then concentrate really, really hard on setup/technique etc., then I generally hit the target but don't release the trigger for the second shot (I usually blame it on a bad batch of cartridges!). It's a dilemma - concentrate and hit the first bird or relax and miss both.

PM sent re: 33"

It depends. Is that acute angina you have there?

You ought to ask them how they feel. Hopefully they won't say 'ruff'!

Scripted escapism? You missed it, it was on earlier - Formula 1.

Most excellent! That's so much more gratifying to read than what Jason Bunion did in a multi-million pound car that doesn' t work when it rains a bit. 47:16 is a more than respectable time for off-road. Your next target is 45:00 on road, and you've already worked out what a difference pace-setters can make. And if you're not making progress, then get on your bike- far less invasive and altogether more satisfying and beneficial.

Ah ha!, Apbuild - the first person with the entirely reasonable idea of using metric measurement. 12.02ft?? What a mad women's breakfast of a result that was and a perfect argument for a more rational unit of measurement. Not for the die-hards here though, who I suspect in their heart of hearts have a secret campaign to bring back palms and cubits.

From a geological rather than a misty-eyed pseudo-historical point of view, and with East Anglia sinking at several millimetres a year, Prezza is the last thing you want. Better to have him stationed somewhere in the North-West to counterbalance the rebound from the disappearance of several kilometres of ice. In fact, all fat people should be forced to live in Cumbria (around Sellafield and Barrow, not the pretty bits) to stop the South-East being flooded. Essex is worth saving, isn't it? I'm suddenly not sure.

What's in it?

These guys spend a lot of time 'Nigerian-baiting' on behalf of those of us with the inclination but not the time. http://www.whatsthebloodypoint.com/ I believe they've actually managed to get money out of them! Well £5.

Here's a real one that doesn't date, often comes in useful and will always be up there with the best: “Winston, you’re drunk†- Bessie Braddock, MP “Indeed, Madam, and you are ugly but tomorrow I’ll be sober†- Winston Churchill Apologies to older members to whom this quote will be very familiar.

Ha... And the French didn't turn up on that occasion either, did they? But still the myth lives on! My heart's with Wales but my money's on Ireland - has been since the first weekend, so I'm either going to be happy or financially better off or just singing and beyond caring. I'm also hoping Wayne Barnes is going to be as strict at enforcing the laws of offside and 'game-killing' as he has been in the past with the All Blacks. Come tomorrow the wonderful english media will be missing the point as usual and calling for Martin Johnson to be knighted or for the return of Sir Clive Woodward (personally, I think the latter). ...but between now and then we have the prospect of some fantastic sport/ale/banter that will be over all too quickly, so enjoy every minute.

Shaggy I think you're initial instincts were correct - it's big but very, very ugly. Now, if this thread were to turn into a 'most gorgeous aircraft' type thing, then this would get my vote: Rockwell B1-b Lancer http://www.af.mil/shared/media/photodb/pho...f-9100R-002.jpg http://www.af.mil/shared/media/photodb/pho...F-4127S-251.jpg http://www.aafo.com/gallery/week/111902-160.jpg If anyone says they prefer the A380, I shall be devastated.

Macallan is my Speyside of choice but nothing will ever beat Lagavulin in my book. Saddest thing in the world (well maybe not quite) is when you're drinking a whisky and you find it's no longer produced. Something particularly poignant about that, don't you think? The poignancy is invariably linked to how much you've drunk - still, I've had some very emotional evenings. As for Bourbon, Makers Mark? - cough mixture.