I read that going to bed with wet socks on helps. Failing that drink or heroin. But seriously the wet socks is meant to work.....dunno how or why though..
I don't think I welcome here.....here's a tip for ya... Just be nice...there are so many b**** around. As for your eyebrows, well, I would do amamazed if nyone bloke ane noticed
Well it was the Christmas spirit I think. We were doing all christmassy songs plus we had a prime spot right in the middle of Birmingham city centre. Although we weren'y exactly doing nothing...it was like -5 degrees and we stood there for about 14 hours just playing the same things over and over and over...
I appreciate the advice, really I do, but I think I'll just burn, go through the discomfort and come through the other side all browned up. It's unavoidable I think in any sort of practicable way.
I shouldn't have moved to a hot country really cos I'm also a...how did you put it..pale skin as well.
Sunburn season is upon us again and I'm afraid that I'm an early casualty. I have followed all (or most anyway) of the advice. You know cover up, avoid midday sun etc...and yet, dear dear...best to get it out of the way early I suppose.
For a week I have been looking after a friends dog while she is away. Now this dog is only very small and really quite embarrassing to be seen with. Anyway, I decided to walk it despite my reservations as this seemed only fair. On each occasion that I have walked this dog it has been attacked (or very nearly) by much larger dogs with owners that frankly have no control over it whatsoever. I think that something should be done about this,
I mean it could attack a baby or a vegan or something.
In an episode of NYPD blue once (bear with this) they went into an apartment where someone was sat in a chair where he had shot himself in the head. The dialogue went something like this,
Det 1 "Why do they always sit down to do it?" Det 2 "Maybe falling down is the scary part"
Not sure why but I felt this was relevant somehow.
I really like the one where Moe is gonna commit suicide but saves maggie and then befriends her...erm...the one where Homer floods the street for art...god there's dozens.
A village in Gloucestershire, UK. I forget the name...my girlfriend lived there and I used to have to go. Only about 50 people lived there...it was like the T>V programme 'league of gentleman' you know...'you're not a local are you' and all that....I think it was called Wotton on edge or something like that.
The government wouldn't be against it I don't reckon, but as for his family and the old Etonians and middle England generally...well they're another mattter entirely!
A distinction should be made between an inside job and a cover up. Without going into depth here it would seem that certain things after the fact were spun or even buried completely. An inside job? Nah...the basics of it remain.
I have only one 'proper' brother but quite a few halves. 3 of them I haven't even met. I am going to use the internet to track them down (doesn't that sound sinister?!) someday cos no-one seems to know where they are. perhaps you are one of them........
Have you ever heard that thing that GB is actually a reptilian? (Half man-Half Lizard thing) Well the first thing I'd do is find out if that was true.....
so what if it's not even midnight yet...I don't care. I realise no-one really cares about this and I know that it aint to be so tired so early but this is what I shall do. I feel old before my time these days. Maybe I'll go somewhere or...ah! I dunno...
I used to collect books of quotations, epitaphs etc but since the Internet I don't so much now..anyway I left them all back home and nowmy brother wont ship my stuff over, he has all sorts now...my leather bound bible...digital radio...keybord...all sorts the B'stard. That's a whole different story anyway...
If you had to pick one would you rather have a very sporty or a very intelligent child? I have thought about this and have decided on the sports for various reasons....
I beg to differ. To an outsider they do appear fairly strange. I saw a giant flourescent green and yellow puppet-man being wheeled through the streets of Valetta while chunky thighed Maltese dancers danced to 1990's house music....that was at carnival or something. Bad trip if ever I had one...groovy.
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to be so tired so early but this is what I shall do. I feel old before my time these days. Maybe I'll go somewhere or...ah! I dunno...
hi...
RE: kew gardens
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