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analogue? what as opposed to digital? or do you mean analogy? I self identify as nothing: I am Nemo. Here though your 'you're' would have been correct: the rest is just a nonsensical word salad. Not your day is it?

Sorry, I missed, 'Isn't it a bit early to be clutching you're pearls'. Which, erm, makes you look like like... Peace & love your arse. Yourn

Whilst we're on the subject as thick as mince, try looking back beyond the E&tB mock up that I did to see the original post. I don't wear pearls, I don't clutch what I don't wear, I'm not offended, no, no I won't be, no she isn't, you are a moron. Peace & love Yourn

Is this really the best you can do? Women's minds are too fluffy to understand technology and this one's got a funny laugh? If that's all you can find to complain about her then she must be pretty good huh? Oh and sound isn't mono or stereo and those words don't need capitalizing but hey, who am I to explain?

I thought it was one of his holiday snaps

Mate, your record's stuck, you've become a comedy act.

Seems like a sound choice: gets my vote. If I had one.

Yeah! As soon as I saw it I thought, "well that's just a cheap copy of my Sawdastmaschina 9000" Still, if she goes, she goes.

So many possible replies; so little time.

The moon passes over head every day, it's just that throughout the month you can see more and less of its illuminated surface: any lunar effect on plants would show itself as a 24 hour cycle not a monthly cycle. Any lunar gravitational effect is swamped by the earth's own gravity and plants aren't bothered by that anyway; water flows within them against gravity due to normal biological processes it doesn't rise and fall.

Pottle meet Ket

He does too! Well spotted. Just had to watch it another half dozen times. The pause as he walks away gets longer... the brick in the balls gets bigger... every time.

Yerp. Fella was so much of cnut, even his mates noticed: jiggling about in front of the police lines, Wop! brick on the back of the head, then another in the nadgers. Karma. Shouldn't laugh but it gets funnier every time I watch it.

He's a mean, nasty, spiteful, little man with a mean, nasty, spiteful, little wannabe vice president with a load of mean, nasty, spiteful, little policies designed to appeal to mean, nasty, spiteful, little people. Peace & Love Yourn.

Ommmm. PS PG Tips 2 bags. Thankyou. Peace & Love Yourn.

Oh and far from having a paddy/temper tantrum; I am sitting here very quietly and coolly: a zen-like calm has descended upon my lunch-break. Thank you.

You know NOTHING about me. I was being resilient: if that's what you want to call it. People like you made me resilient; but I'm bigger now, I fight back. But, since you mention it, let me tell you about my parenting. My parenting involved me getting hit round the head whenever my father didn't like what I had done or said. But I expect it made a man of me eh? Or a snowflake? Take your choice it makes no odds; but do not advocate violence against children and expect to get away with it.

Just want to step in here and say F... off with that. F... right off. Mods sorry if you have to ban me (again) sorry to make work for you; I realise you have standards, but certain things sometimes have to be said.

A mate of mine tried that. He left a trail of compost all down the 286

That's fantastic! How do they do that? Even when I turn it slowly, I can't see how it happens.

"Well I'd rather not, if it's all the same... "Oh please, there is no-one else and I'm bustin' So matey unzips the fly and pulls out his cock and its the mankiest foulest most disgusting cock you've ever seen in your life: black, green and purple; covered in scabs and dripping with puss. "FFS mate... "Just hold it will yer... So he holds it till he's finished and goes to put it back in his trousers... "Well shake the drops off, he says He puts it back and wipes the scabs and puss off his hands and "Don't mind me asking, but what the hell is wrong with that? "Don't know he says, pulling off the glove bandages... "But I ent touching it! [Probably Jim Davidson or Stan Boardman, probably circa 1976] [Sorry if you're having you're tea] "

I'm wary of giving & taking medical advice on the internet; and so should you be too. But I'll just pass on my experience: as an anecdote. Try sitting by a waterfall for a couple of hours Years back now I was feeling permanently a bit shit, I was still doing a bit of fishing though and one day, having been out fishing off the dam at a small pond, I came home, had a tin of Heinz tomato and an orange and went to bed. I woke up the next morning feeling as if my mental curtains had been drawn back, the windows flung wide open and a new spring day had been let into my room. I tried the soup and oranges again thinking, vitamins, bright colours, but it wasn't that. In later years I noticed the same thing whenever I visited that same small pond: I thought maybe it's just being out in the fresh air, miles away from traffic fumes. It also reminded me that decades back my mate had a room deionizer and when left on overnight all the smoke and beer fumes had gone and in the morning the room smelt like sitting by a waterfall. I was reminded of this more recently: another session at the same lake, sitting by the outflow (trying to) photograph wagtails; and again working down there in the same spot for an evening cutting back some undergrowth and fallen branches: both times I woke up the next morning feeling totally refreshed. A new day. I should maybe mention now that the sluice on this small lake tumbles down over a 12-15 foot high waterfall. I had always been thinking in terms of the falling water ionizing the water and producing something like that room di-onizer which somehow overcomes any feelings of depression but never had enough (or thought upon it long enough) to tie all the bits together. I took the BBC article (which mentions waterfalls) linked to above as another link in a possible chain. Cold water swimming does wonders for mental health too, caveats apply but it does create one hell of a WOW moment. All the best with yours; I used to go to bed and just say, "this feeling won't last forever, this feeling won't last forever" . Later I realised I wasn't saying it: I don't think it's passed, it just doesn't dominate any more.

2 L shaped wires; long arm forward, short arm in an empty biro tube or just in your fist. Tilt them slightly forward to point the long arms forward, tilt them slightly together to get them to cross in front of you or tilt them both to the left to get them to tilt to the left. That really is all there is to it. No more. I was sitting in a shed with a mate setting this up once (he wanted to show me it would work when he stepped over a hose-pipe) and with perfect timing, the lady we were working for (it was tea-time) appeared at the door and I tilted both wires to one side so that the long arms both pointed at her. As if by magic. They both absolutely refused to believe that I had done that, they insisted that I had magic powers and that I just didn't know it. In a controlled experiment, years ago (when New Scientist was still worth reading) but probably repeated, plastic bottles were buryed in a sandpit, some full of water, some empty, diviners were only allowed to proceed if they agreed that it was a fair test. I believe there may even have been sections of the pit with no bottles at all. The results were no better than chance. Some were meh, some were angry - some with themselves, some with the organisers - some accepted and reconsidered what they were doing. All went home better informed. T'were a long time ago but google it. As for water engineers looking for leaks, same thing, they just tilt the rods when their feet get wet. Happy days Yourn

Try reading it out loud.

I still remember that first proper party I went to.Got off with one of the girls; I was kissing Jenny Taylor all night long.