Toast

If I could afford to employ staff I wouldn't need to shop at B&M.

The problem with the Guardian comments is that they close them down very quickly, presumably because they don't want to pay someone to moderate them. Particularly annoying when it's something like a recipe article which you might read months later, and want to ask a question or offer a variation. When 'Bodyguard' finished, they closed down the comments within 12 hours, so no point in coming along later if you wanted to respond to anything. And on topic - there'd be less need for moderators if it wasn't for precious snowflakes.

Pah! I went into B&M (budget household goods) towards the end of September and found that all the gardening stock had been replaced by Christmas tat. Clearly their management has no experience of gardens and the many autumn jobs they entail.

I was supposed to go to Newbury races today. Glad I didn't, it's bloody cold and spitting icy needles of rain. Not missed any winners either.

Top Of The World - Carpenters

Yeah, Kirsty Alley and Nick Leeson are the only two I knew, although Jermaine Pennant rang a vague bell.

"McCririck, 78, was the face of British horseracing for as long as anyone can remember." Cheers, that makes me feel ancient. I remember watching racing on TV for years before McCririck showed up. There used to be Julian Wilson on BBC, and ITV had John Rickman, a genial old boy who always wore a trilby hat, which he courteously used to raise when signing off at the end of the programme.

Aww, sad to lose a pet. But I am glad to see that she isn't dogless yet.

Hope he wiped his shoe before going indoors.

Here's a sentence whose meaning is entirely changed by a misplaced comma. "He is also suspected of murdering his first wife Kathleen McCormack Durst, who went missing in 1982 and is accused of murdering Susan, who was shot in the head in Beverly Hills, California, shortly before she was set to speak to investigators about Kathleen’s disappearance. "

I can nearly see my kitchen table again, having delivered most of the loaded poppy boxes. Still got to sort the school one, but no rush as it's half term. They are getting a box of DIY poppies which the kids have to put together themselves, which they should enjoy. Also poppy pencils, sharpeners, erasers, rulers, bracelets, pin badges, balloons etc.

I run CCleaner every day which clears all cookies except for the ones I tell it to keep.

That sounds revolting.

There you go. https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/princess-eugenie-disappeared-wedding-after-13425837

Be careful what you wish for ......

So sorry, Death Clock. I lost my Dad at a young age so I feel your pain. Hoping for the best for you and your Dad.

Yay Lardy! Been to any gigs lately?

Not sure if this fits in here, but https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/newsbeat-45926322 Quite right too. It's called acting, for fuck's sake. Let's take the criticism to its logical conclusion. What if we say heterosexual roles should only be played by heterosexual actors? Or "cisgender" roles by .... you get the picture. Bet that wouldn't go down well with the whiners.

I managed to get a year's premium Ancestry sub for half-price this week. Looks like the death index goes up to 2007 now, so hit me with the details.

Well said, Clorox. There has been the occasional corker, though. My personal favourite: SWOLLEN DICKS OUT (A back-page Sun headline reporting on an injury to West Ham player Julian Dicks)

You mean he is a f*****g C**t, Toastie? I dunno, I just find him repellent. And his voice really grates on me.

Ugh, I can't stand him.

"Rocks" when used to mean "wears". A peculiar usage mainly perpetrated by the Daily Mail in its endless news-free reporting on Z listers and their attire.

Mention of "hereditary" always reminds me of a friend's mum. Her first grandchild was born with some condition (forget exactly what) which required a minor operation. On being told that the condition was hereditary, grandma was indignant: "There's never been any hereditary in our family!"

Condolences, Fixy. At least you were able to say goodbye, in whatever fashion.