Well, there are more tactful ways of saying ‘This town needs more women’.

He could just take matters into his own hands, like this guy did…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercer_Girls

So.

When I started at Brownies, I noticed that when we each went forward at the start of meetings to pay our subs, some of the girls would also bring a bag of ring pulls off aluminum drink cans. (This was back when they were still detachable. God, I’m old.) When I asked what the ring pulls were for, I was told ‘We collect them for kidney machines.’

For several years….no, don’t laugh….I thought they actually made kidney machines out of ring pulls, and I wondered exactly how they did it.

(Well, I was only seven.)

Is there anything really strange that you used to believe as a kid, till you knew better?

I thought they’d proven Sasquatch was really Tad?

Language, so we could say no….and contraception, so we wouldn’t always have to. ;)

It was some guy in the Guardian who was trying to eat the same stuff (no, he didn’t get through even a tiny fraction of it).

Everyone knows us Limeys can’t do American breakfasts properly anyway (when will anyone over here get that you crisp the bacon?!...)

No, and yes, respectively.

I’ve known both atheists and religious folks who were truly good, moral people. I’ve also known examples of both who were utter sh*ts.

I will agree that if you have an experience of being part of something bigger than yourself – and you can interpret that in spiritual terms or not – you will naturally not want to hurt or harm others (which is the basis of all true morality), because they’re also part of the same Big Thing. But it doesn’t work the other way round.

Keeping rules for their own sake leads to the rules becoming the most important thing. Which leads to tyranny, whatever way you look at it.

I read in the Seattle P-I music blog that someone may be buying up and re-opening the Crocodile Café.

YES!!!

I may just put my goal of playing there back on after all. That’s if they don’t tart it up and turn it into something totally unlike its old self. That place rocked.

Oooh…

Has anyone read the thing about what that Olympic swimmer guy eats in a day? Only, since I read that, I’ve been having a yen for chocolate chip pancakes. I had a cookie this afternoon, but it didn’t quite hit the spot.

I read somewhere that they were pancakes with chocolate chips on top. I’d assumed they were cooked into the batter, which just personally speaking sounds yummier. And, those little American thick pancakes in a stack, which would work much better that way than our thin British versions.

I am…waiting for a collage to dry.
I have…a wodge of low-fat brie in the fridge which I can’t bring myself to eat the rest of, because it’s so much more horribly unlike cheese than any cheese I’ve ever tasted.
I went to…the town I grew up in at the weekend, and it reminded me why I left.
I love…the new dye job on my hair, it’s pinkier!
I hate…that I worry so much about the future when maybe there’s nothing to worry about, and even if there is, it’s stuff I can’t change anyway.
I know…where I’ll be this time in two weeks and it pleases me muchly.
I can’t…stand people who claim specialist knowledge they don’t actually have.
I can…tolerate a little annoyance if it means they leave me alone the rest of the time.
I don’t…feel too bad tonight actually. Result!

Oh dear. Sweden, eh?

I predict a spate of babies called Abba…