Toast

I resist the temptation to skip, unless it's something I've heard a million times or very recently. I find a lot of unappreciated gems that way.

Dunno whit dog has toastie but a collie needs 2 hours minimum a day when younger...... Thank fuck mine is 13. It was only a couple of miles, a normal "proper" walk. About an hour though because I saunter, and stop to look at stuff. He's only a little JRT, but they'll go all day if you let them. He didn't get a walk yesterday because it was raining, so owed him a decent outing. Have a big garden so missing the odd day isn't crucial, but he does love his walks. The old ipod shuffle is great though, because it fetches up all sorts of random stuff that I wouldn't think to put on, and it encourages me to go further because of the constant surprise element. Sure @Deathray would agree. @charon Planning to see Big Country next month, that's if my mate has remembered to get the tickets.

Today's dog walk with the ipod on shuffle: Barry White, Let The Music Play David Bowie, John I'm Only Dancing Dean Parrish, I'm On My Way Talk Talk, It's My Life Big Country, Wonderland The Marvelettes, Too Many Fish In The Sea Robert Plant, Stranger Here Than Over There Pet Shop Boys, The Way It Used To Be Bruce Springsteen, Living Proof Blancmange, Game Above My Head Marc Almond, The Desperate Hours Bruce Springsteen, Take 'Em As They Come Grace Jones, Walking In The Rain Simple Minds, Big Music The Church, A New Season

Aunty Acceptable when used with a name to address or refer to a specific person, eg "I'll ask Aunty Joan". But it's increasingly used as a generic noun instead of aunt. This is something that people should leave behind with childhood. "My aunty gave it to me" - "I had an aunty who lived in Glasgow" - "His aunty died of cancer" etc Grow the fuck up.

All else aside, is Hugh Bingham still alive? The article is from 2016. The Peerage website doesn't record a death for him. "Now 76 and in frail health, Hugh Bingham is a well-spoken, dignified and gently spiritual man ... "

A reminder for our American members: 'fanny' does not mean 'arse'. ('Arse' being what you call 'ass'.)

Jesus did turn up alive, didn't he? So they say.

It wasn't a shock to me, since I had never heard of him.

So pleased to hear this, Phil. Hope your Mum continues to go well.

Oh yes, I like him. I don't really follow athletics but he is a lovely commentator. Hope he stays well.

I do hope you meant "address" and not "undress".

He's her ex? Shame she has no tears left to cry.

He lives in Newbury - any good?

Oh, I've got his name, address and number. He did come down to where I was stopped first. I was too shocked to get out of the car for a bit, and in any case it wasn't safe. There were far too many cars about for him to have got away without stopping. Like I said, they were all coming the other way because of an incident on the main road.

Aw Phil, what a shock. Thoughts are with you and your Mum and Dad.

For what it's worth, but he claimed not to know the name of his insurance company. He didn't want to bother with it. Going to look up his car in a bit. Mine's a banger too, I just need a new wing mirror and the rest should polish out. His was slightly bent over the wheel arch where he hit me. Nothing much I'm just so fucking angry about being patronised by a liar. "Be more careful in future, love." Cunt. I shouldn't have said the make of the car, I should have invited you to guess. I bet you'd all have got it in one.

Nah, wouldn't prove anything. His logic was really creative: "Look where your mirror is!" he said, photographing it. Well, it was where his car knocked it to. Also "No other cars were hit, only yours, so that proves you were too far across". No, that would be because no other cars were travelling on my side of the road. Arsehole.

The bullying lying cunt of a BMW driver who smashed into me, taking off my wing mirror and scraping all down the drivers side. Narrow country road, constant stream of traffic coming the other way as it'd been diverted off the main road. I was the only vehicle going in my direction and was tucked well into the LHS as a coach and a lorry had just come past and there's only room for cars to pass comfortably. I see him speeding towards me out in the middle of the road and knew the collision was inevitable. I had nowhere to go. He did stop but only to tell me that it was my fault and that I had been the one in the middle of the road. Utter total lies. Plenty of people saw what had happened and know the truth, but nobody stopped because there was nowhere to stop without blocking the road. I shall be exploring ways & means to put a curse on the bastard.

I've forgotten what a gen-xer is, but I remember her from somewhere. I don't think it was Sky Magazine though. She also went by Karen K in some columns. To clarify - I don't dispute she was in Sky Magazine, I just don't remember ever reading it.

Not at all. This is the place where I expected to find the news of her demise.

^ Oh yes, I remember that well.

<cough> Beach Volleyball