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Albert Reynolds is Madonna's Hand Of Bod's first hit. In August! AUGUST!!! It's been a long time coming. RIP Imran Khan eh? I've worked with him... *puts on 2015 possibilities list*

Just like Cilla 'lovable scouser' persona. According to Paul McCartney she was actually quite posh. A posh Scouser. Isn't that an oxymoron

I thought Americans didn't do irony. Dunno, no nation on the planet does more bombing in the interests of peace.

Customer: Morning, Waitress: Morning. Customer: What have you got? Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon, egg sausage and bacon Egg and spam Egg, bacon and spam Egg, bacon, sausage and spam Spam, bacon, sausage and spam Spam, egg, spam, spam, bacon and spam Spam, sausage, spam, spam, spam, bacon, spam tomato and spam Spam, spam, spam, egg and spam Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam. (Choir: Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Lovely Spam! Lovely Spam!) Or Lobster Thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce served in a provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and a fried egg on top and spam. Wife: Have you got anything without spam? Waitress: Well, the spam, eggs, sausage and spam That's not got much spam in it Wife: I don't want any spam! Customer: Why can't she have eggs, bacon, spam and sausage? Wife: That's got spam in it! Customer: Hasn't got much spam in it as spam, eggs, sausage and spam has it? (Choir: Spam! Spam! Spam!...) Wife: Could you do me eggs, bacon, spam and sausage without the spam, then? Waitress: Iiiiiiiiiiiich!! Wife: What do you mean 'Iiiiiiiiiich'? I don't like spam! (Choir: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!) Waitress (to choir): Shut up! (Choir: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!) Waitress: Shut Up! Bloody Vikings! You can't have egg, bacon, spam and sausage without the spam. Wife: I don't like spam! Customer: Shush dear, don't have a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it, I'm having spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam, and spam! (Choir: Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!) Waitress: Shut Up!! Baked beans are off. Customer: Well, could I have her spam instead of the baked beans then? Waitress: You mean spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam and spam? Choir (intervening): Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Lovely spam! Wonderful spam! Spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam. Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Spam spam spam spam!

I'm not surprised. Over the years he would have learned a lot of valuable lessons about when to quit, 'cause of all those couples who decided to gamble and lost everything when they should have just taken the prizes.

Oh, Doctor Who for me, definitel- WHOOPS.

The race has finally concluded as Raymond's heading into the gravel. Indeed, giving DI 2102 points and a clear lead as he crosses the line with nobody else in sight. Congratulations are due all round. DI message me please once you've decided whether to go the consumer goods route and take a physical prize, or whether you'd like a small charity donation made on your behalf to mark the well fought winning Deathrace campaign.