tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.comments2009-11-20T23:05:51.105-08:00Oxbloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02967021179480280905noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-71420980776772978142009-11-20T23:05:51.105-08:002009-11-20T23:05:51.105-08:00The Gal who does the Signing for the Hoobs is really excellent - her energy, enthusiasm and obvious sense of fun is truly appealing &amp; infectious - who is she?<br />Why are there no credits for the Signers of the &#39;signed&#39; programs - absolutely disgraceful!<br />Give them their due credit, C4 !!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-13505956376007018922008-11-10T20:36:00.000-08:002008-11-10T20:36:00.000-08:00Good for people to know.Larainehttp://zarlainsurance.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-26146449801164033862008-10-16T01:28:00.000-07:002008-10-16T01:28:00.000-07:00So it's a little bit like the DJ at our wedding who thought that because we liked Rhinestone Cowboy we'd like to dance to country music for the rest of the night! Actually Neil was using it the other day and it pulled up a load of good tunes based on a Snow Patrol song, I was impressed.Vicki Yatesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-57296749167746913442008-06-26T00:38:00.000-07:002008-06-26T00:38:00.000-07:00I once bought a ticket for Amtrak over the internet from my living room at home. A few weeks later I was standing outside a portacabin beneath a flyover in St Louis and, sure enough, the train that spans the continent of North America stopped for me. I'm still getting over it.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02152545728675983286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-21673555238840418652008-04-15T19:12:00.000-07:002008-04-15T19:12:00.000-07:00I liked this post and thought it was very true, though I lack the analytical power to tell you exactly why. Congratulations to your friend Spankee. :)Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13635295250338227115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-84069491856145409822008-02-01T13:35:00.001-08:002008-02-01T13:35:00.001-08:00Err Not brokeback - more like Alan Partride!!!!Saranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-55186567187598635842008-02-01T13:35:00.000-08:002008-02-01T13:35:00.000-08:00Err Not brokeback - more like Alan Partride!!!!Saranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-81186767156053910682008-01-12T06:55:00.000-08:002008-01-12T06:55:00.000-08:00I am the proud owner of 2 new sports bras for my jaunts to the gym. I'm satisfied because I have something new to wear, but no one else can see it, therefore not thinking I'm a poseur. The perfect solution. You should have gone for a new gym thong rather than trainers and shorts!!!!Vicsternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-38729845744165779462007-12-06T08:16:00.000-08:002007-12-06T08:16:00.000-08:00I know both Lynn and Emma and you!<BR/><BR/>Lynn used to work at the sports shop with my mum.<BR/><BR/>She also used to clean the house two doors down from us at Chinnor Road, and I tried to employ her to clean our house too, but she was packing her business in to "sell finance".<BR/><BR/>So it is I who is the Grand Puppetmaster of Thame & Long Crendon!<BR/><BR/>And the whole thing gives me Episode 3 of The Sitcom Project.Nobbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-27553924190605487002007-10-30T06:24:00.000-07:002007-10-30T06:24:00.000-07:00I care.<BR/><BR/>*Waves lone flag*Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949311774305277801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-65676873258379169132007-10-17T14:55:00.000-07:002007-10-17T14:55:00.000-07:00Chabal: petrifying nutter. Just... yikes.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949311774305277801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-91497871744296906912007-09-12T02:57:00.000-07:002007-09-12T02:57:00.000-07:00Initially, when you said Charlie, I thought you meant PRINCE CHARLIE.<BR/><BR/>Beautiful photo of Diana.Nobbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07689500561121283353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-52991713885973141542007-09-11T04:46:00.000-07:002007-09-11T04:46:00.000-07:00I should point out that I have no memory of waking a bishop. Nor of being upstairs with Emma. The trauma of the loss of Diana must have obliterated both.<BR/><BR/>I remember the Irish boss though. Although, oddly, I can't remember her name. Julian Mangle?Charlienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-4874923597899575272007-09-10T08:09:00.000-07:002007-09-10T08:09:00.000-07:00Ah yes, the fiery Irish boss. Saw her the other day at the <A HREF="http://www.diamond.ac.uk" REL="nofollow">Diamond open day</A> and had a rapturous welcome. Her name is an anagram of "jungle animal", you know.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02152545728675983286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-16862594173530321422007-08-09T04:51:00.000-07:002007-08-09T04:51:00.000-07:00Why don't you attach the phone to a propane canister and leave that at the Orange shop. Perhaps that would get their attention. That's what I would do.<BR/><BR/>OBLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-85628910127737670592007-07-11T03:46:00.000-07:002007-07-11T03:46:00.000-07:00"Don't cha wish your planet was hot like me?!"<BR/><BR/>Polars bears are already extinct: the living dead.<BR/><BR/>What worries me is that Millie and Elliot are going to have to eat each other to survive in 40 years time.<BR/><BR/>Buy a gun and a truck full of ammo. And switch off your lights obviously.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-51286096940058452252007-07-02T03:12:00.000-07:002007-07-02T03:12:00.000-07:00I haven't sent the broken phone to Orange yet.<BR/><BR/>I fully expect to be blasted at that point.Justin Ruffleshttp://www.justinruffles.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-57552005072999226442007-07-02T01:31:00.000-07:002007-07-02T01:31:00.000-07:00As opposed to Mace Windu being turned upon by his friend and blasted to his death out of the window by the evil emperor?Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02152545728675983286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-13013337254164367532007-06-30T06:44:00.000-07:002007-06-30T06:44:00.000-07:00Cheap? Easy? It's all the same surely!Justin Ruffleshttp://www.justinruffles.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-76264592917735643802007-06-21T09:15:00.000-07:002007-06-21T09:15:00.000-07:00I object - I was not cheap I was easy!!Kazzernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-72944857973009588172007-06-19T19:41:00.000-07:002007-06-19T19:41:00.000-07:00Hi,<BR/> <BR/>We are publisher for avemag in Malaysia. "avesmag" is a non-paid periodical travel magazine where the objective is to inpsire people to travel. In our magazine, there is column on travel, places and foods.<BR/> <BR/>Therfore, we would like to invite you to contribute your story either on food or travel and share it with us. I can provide you with more details information if you are interested.<BR/> <BR/>Hope to hear from you.<BR/>jackie_avesmag@yahoo.com<BR/> <BR/>Regards,<BR/>Jackie Wong<BR/>avesmagjackienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-85191944454312915922007-06-08T13:11:00.000-07:002007-06-08T13:11:00.000-07:00Still can't believe I lost that bet...HH still rules! DangleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-46453936262852398092007-06-01T10:37:00.000-07:002007-06-01T10:37:00.000-07:00I thought this was about the smell of your own fart never being as bad as everyone elses so it was a disapointing read, funny but still disapointing.Wiggazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514597919858019437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-51509122782136495232007-06-01T10:28:00.000-07:002007-06-01T10:28:00.000-07:00mildly inaccuracte account. I was sick next to our camp fire, the sick shaped itself to form what looked like a perfect apple pie, which it wasn't but we didn't tell choggazz that when he trod on it.Wiggazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514597919858019437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36777892.post-79846998888661678232007-06-01T10:11:00.000-07:002007-06-01T10:11:00.000-07:00Class, nearly pissed myself, it was just like being there all over again. I still have the mug incidentally. WiggazzAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com