Star Crossed

Do what he said. And then tell your friends to do the same.

Do your best to stop a war! Spend your Saturday in London, publicly demonstrating your disaffection with your fascist government and its policies. You know it makes sense. Tell Tony Blair that you're sick of his support for illegal wars. and maybe, just maybe, drop a line to your local Member Of Parliament and tell 'em what's on your mind...

I think someone's mentioned Crumble previously in this thread, but I couldn't find it* 4 ingredients, 4 instructions, 40 minutes. 0 bullshit 1 medium sized casserole dish 2 measures plain flour (Wholemeal is great too) 1 measure butter ½ measure sugar (I used brown but white is fine) 3 measures [pride] freshly-picked blackcurrants from my garden [/pride](or virtually any other fruit). 1) Mix the flour, butter and sugar with your fingers for a few minutes until they are of breadcrumb consistency. 2) Put the blackcurrants in the casserole. (Things went a bit Carmen Miranda at this point; I decided to add a chopped-up banana. I thought about adding half an onion just to see the look on Mrs SC's face when she ate it, but decided I'd rather have the crumble than a good laugh.) 3) Place the crumble in an even layer on top of the blackcurrants. 4) Pop it all in the oven, roughly just-above-medium heat for roughly 30 mins. If you've a sweet tooth, take it out half-way through baking and sprinkle some more sugar on top Eat it on its own or serve with custard, or vanilla ice cream, or fresh cream, or evaporated milk, or toffee-flavoured yogurt or pretty much anything else, possibly including gravy, if that's your bent. *I used the search function for the word "crumble"; it couldn't find it. Not believing that nobody had mentioned crumble, I began to read the whole thread but got bored after the first 5 pages.

The dénouement of that story ought to be "I had the last laugh, though, when I sold him that dodgy bracket for his satellite dish."

Happy Birthday Windsor! Many happy returns of the day to you. I remember being 19; I felt invincible. I trust you'll be painting Fraserburgh red tonight?

Perhaps Brooke's going down the same obsessive-compulsive disorder path that Howard Hughes did. There were all sorts of rumours (most of them probably false), relating to his faeces-ridden abode, his storing of urine in jars, wearing tissue boxes on his feet etc. etc. From Wiki: Nice barnet!

In my student days, I once fell over in my kitchen and landed on a courgette . Of course, the doctors & nurses in the emergency department of my local hospital didn't believe my story .

No-skid knickers?

Hi Kristen, If you want to know what anyone else thinks, have a read of the full thread. That should get you up to speed... then find yourself an avatar, join the forum and join in the fun. It's not really about wishing people would die, but you won't find many detractors 'round these parts. When Gerald goes, especially if it's this year, we'll consider it a success of the selection committee. Incidentally, does your 333 mean that you're, like, half-devil? That would be a good starting-point for your avatar search. Maybe a photoshop mock-up of you with some little red horns?

I got bored reading that load of sh*t.

Are you begging the horse not to please fat people, perhaps because this horse is showing signs of developing Homo-Equine Obesity Based Altruism Syndrome? If so, wise words indeed; it's a nasty condition to have and no mistake. No, I've got no idea what I'm talking about either.... That's my favourite TLC post yet. Taking the p1ss out of Banshees' poor grammar and rambling deliriously like Pete Doherty an hour after breaking into Alexander Shulgin's garage. Brilliant! Britain's in the grip of a heat-wave and your posts are becoming more surreal by the minute; I presume there's no air-con in your office, TLC? Sweat it out, bro, sweat it out... I went to Carlisle yesterday. There, I'm on-topic. Sort of.

Shame you didn't commit to that prediction, iain-styley Still, having re-read this whole thread, you could be forgiven for that prediction. It seemed to begin with a simpering, mildly irritating Barnshoes loveletter at the start and then just tapered off into 20-odd pages of drivel. I cite page 4 as an example of the BS so prevalent in this thread. If it wasn't for this thread, however, I'd have trouble disguising my late-night post-whoring as being legitimate. Unless I take 6 months off (heaven forfend), I'll never get my average below 1.3 per day, largely thanks to my concession to, and active participation in, this thread. Godot on page 4, with this post about the ways to create a successful DL thread. "What's your point, Star Crossed?" I've been asking myself that question for the last 2 minutes. Just bored and whory, I guess...

If you don't understand that, what makes you feel qualified to speak on the matter at all? yes, i'm off-topic. sue me

No, it wouldn't work, but it may needlessly take up the office time of a few Israeli civil servants, so it would probably be worth doing anyway. I might have a go myself. Maybe if they were swamped with immigration applications from thousands of gentiles we could tie up the whole country, including their armed forces, in a kind of paper-based DDOS attack. They do say that the pen is mightier than the sword...

I became bored reading that I sometimes drink to relieve boredom, Brunno. Maybe you should try it sometime?

As this thread now seems to be the place for congratulating people's posting milestones, Happy 500th DDT. No complaints from me. 500 posts and not a single entry in Mr Hopkins' Book Of Grievances, that's pretty good going...

Clannad.

Unlike your imminent departure from the DL, iain, which I would imagine (should it actually happen) would cause you some considerable distress.

So, inflatable structures can kill, but can they also save lives? It reminds me of a skydive I took last year. On the way up, we could see a fairground quite close to the drop zone which contained a huge bouncy castle, the kind with an inflatable roof over the top of it. We then spent the rest of the day (and I think many, many more hours since then) discussing the possibility of landing on this thing at terminal velocity and surviving. The concensus among those present was that technically, given the right set of circumstances, it is possible to use a bouncy castle as a cushion and survive but the chance of messing up the stunt, and risk of serious injury if you did survive, would prohibit anyone from trying it. Doesn't stop me wondering, though...

Why not join? It's simple and free. Or are you another member who's masquerading as a guest behind an IP-switching shield of steel?

I believe he was represented in court by A. Morissette & Partners. Well isn't it ironic? Anyways it's like one heck of a jagged little pill to swallow this news. C- Bruno must try harder.

Is that his wife next to him? No wonder he's laughing! Borgnine, you sly old dog. A lady like that'll keep Airwolf's motor running for years. And not a SPAM packet in sight, I bet. Man's a legend...

No, you're just another whore Luckily for you, Mr. Hopkins is out of town on some urgent business. You should really try putting less effort into your posts, TLC. Try using fewer words, less punctuation and more emoticons; then you'll find yourself able to attain the dizzying heights of 2.0+ posts per day. Remember, anything that is conceivable, is achievable. Willpower is the key...

[found distant relative's last year's christmas present of cheap cognac in downstairs loo under pile of junk] I'm drunk AND bored. beat that. [/found distant relative's last year's christmas present of cheap cognac in downstairs loo under pile of junk]

Let's not get too excited. Laura only used variations of one swearword; she's a mere child in ranting circles. She does have potential, though...