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'Sit on hands", Sharebel? Please take your own advice and give us all a break.

There are a few notable absentees, Scotty. The Ortex regurgitator being one of them.

...on the Ortex front. Quelle surprise!

Matt. Two of the blue ones plus a red one, with a half glass of water should do it. If not make another appointment urgently.

...fallen. Shot by a late pheasant shooter. Thoroughly bad form!

My bet, for The York do, is still The Seacatcher chippy in Clarence Street.

Who can answer the following festive puzzlers?

Does Clive's sausage really glow in the dark?

Did Willyfizz end up tied to the gents urinals, brown envelope in hand, with pink tinsel?

Will Saint Ian tell us anymore funny tales from the south coast?

Are 'The golden shores' anywhere in sight yet?

'Adolf' LOL !!

St Ian of the south makes a guest appearance on his way to talk the great floods of York into submission and retreat. I wonder where your mate got to , remember him - 'Hold on to those golden tickets'. (I think that makes it two 'Monikers').

Remember the morning you were copy pasting to each other, Ian? Well until you slipped up and copy pasted to yourself......... It's still there, go back and read it. LOL one moniker.

Maybe so, GM. He did have a fixation with 'brown envelopes at the urinals' as I remember. For a while I thought this was referring to some sort of sequel to, or investigation into, the search for the elusive South Coast Sausage. Sadly not, and Ian, at home disappointed, consoled himself with dives into the Koi pool looking for car keys, thrown there during one of Clive's wilder 'Keys in the bowl' parties.

GM. Never believe that Tilly was knowledgeable. All he did was copy/paste stuff, or break it down into his own words. His knowledge base was a little less than zero. Ian was just a fantasist saddo who created stories based on gibberish he'd read in the local press. Weirdly amusing but eventually boring........council lawn mowers spraying passers by with dog ess aitch one tee, coffee room doors that weren't wide enough to allow pushchairs in. The never ending search for Cliv'es sausage and so on and so on and so on.

How long after 10 will we see this 'Test'?

It was yesterday morning that I realised I couldn't spell 'Armageddon'. 'Still, it's not the end of the world' I told myself.

LOTM. No use conversing with Cat. He's a no hoper who fancies himself. Don't get involved.

Everything still ok?

Everything still going well?

Weetabix with blueberries :)

Great fun!

Great fun!!

The news is, 'There aint no news'. Quelle surprise.