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Looks to me like your drivers are funted. But I know next to nothing.

That would be ex-best friend. Nonsense. What kind of friend do you get shot of over some girl? He didn't know we were a potential item. If he had he'd have stayed well away. EDIT: This is not to say I didn't get annoyed. I broke my toaster in an 'accidental' punching earlier. Tomorrow I shall be learning how to panel beat stainless steel!

Although, rather unlike Clinton, he was instrumental in the appointment of the man who replaced him. NOW who's being naive?

Blood loss indeed I was pretty young, and had never been injured before, and was in a bit of fix to find help. I understand the lyric is originally Bo Diddley.

Appeals to the umpire for an appalling strawman-before-wicket. Please explain.

A cheese and ennui snadewich.

I don't think it exists, unless you count getting plik ii noo chillis stuck in your eustacean tube.

Rather like Clinton, I feel he benefits somewhat from his predecessor's performance. EDIT: I mean of course ... er... that thing when... Putin.

No, Guy Fawkes day is when we celebrate our 500 years of the War on Terror by burning catholics. i really hope this was an attempt to be funny Sorry, skirting bad taste, I hope. I mention it because I don't think it's healthy to forget that England has done its fair share of ethnic cleansing in the past. However, as all good Englishmen know we always make light of the most serious things. I'm told reliably that I was never so funny as when I 1) had typhoid and nearly died 2) nearly severed my thumb off ... and nearly died. I've considered having a stand up show in which the audience participate by trying to kill me.

I hate going to London, too. I'm always having that soot thing in my nose for days afterwards. The only place I've been that was worse was Bangkok, and frankly with the being attacked twice, and nearly robbed, and the japanese encephalitis it was the least of my worries.

I'll trade you some of your anorexia for some of my Englishness. I need to lose weight, and you coudl try some sang froid. More seriously, I wonder if it's to do with having to go through winter without anything to cheer you up like birthdays.

Exactly. We all know that vampires, being evil, never win because they're always fighting each other.

He's certainly a surrealist. Possibly a dog dressed as a priest?

I reckon you're right, Gorth. Sadly, coloured gentlemen were not considered capable of doing many things at the time: having countries, playing cricket, and whomping the British Army. All of which we now know are perfectly possible.

I notice that the article you link to states that intervention in other countries was less common in the period 1850-1900. Assuming this is taking a fashionably eurocentric view, I might point out that period was accompanied by a massive growth in intervention by colonialism and subsequently by the most bloody war in history.

What is chicken parmesan? I'm thinking roast chicken with grated cheese, garlic, butter, and pancetta stuffed beneath the skin.

To be honest it makes a lot more sense to cut their publishing outlays by going internet, despite the loss of customer satisfaction.

I emerged from my burrow to discover that one of my best friends had slept with a girl in London who I've been chasing. The poor bloke had no idea, and rang me sounding as guilty as a puppy sitting next to a pile of poo.

I've always found it rather appropriate that Great Britain, which is herself as much an act of wilful self-delusion, should be a semi-fictional character.

I could look that up, but I'm assuming you can inform us in a more entertaining fashion.

Seriously though, how much have you actually sat down and learned about the Rwandan conflict? Because it feels to me as if you are tinhammering every example to fit your theory.

No, Guy Fawkes day is when we celebrate our 500 years of the War on Terror by burning catholics.

I liked his early stuff as producer, but actualy found the Charm Offensive surprisingly good.

Gentlemen, please! There's no call for those gestures.

I'm still trying to kill that damn dragon.