ChildeHarold

During the truce you can fuck each other in the bomb shelter.

What's your beef? The casting? The idea of another re-make? Both? I think if you look closely re-maes generally aim to add another layer of meaning to the original story, or bring into the foreground one or more of the other characters. As Disney generally treats the enduring myths of humankind in its films, it would seem to be perfectly reasonable for these universally compelling films to be periodically updated in line with modern audiences who happen to have been born after the original production.

Are you a parrot speech therapist, as there are five little critters in Lincolnshire who could benefit from some intensive coaching from your velvety lips.

That's exactly it. Trevor is my main man. A rock. Which defeats the point of whatever joke was there. My only complaint against Trevor is his relentless programmes on American prisons which are fucking boring.

Severe inferiority complex posting will get you nowhere. You are very active tonight. Won a few quid down the bookies?

St Francis preaching about the birds. Stubby you make me feel humbled. But not enough to stop me calling you an abysmal wanker.

Half a Like from me. Now fuck off.

Take the A Train.

A robin visited me this morning and gave me a long stare through the window as if to say, "Where's my nosh?". Trip to Morrisons. Nosh provided. Red breasted lives matter. And natter. And chatter.

One for all and all for one. You're the fat one. "I tell you how fat, she was standing on a street corner and a cop asked her to break it up!" "When she wears high heels she hits oil!"

Trump bitch boy.

Bill and Melinda are personal friends of mine. Their weekly email message "The Optimist" tells me that. I also believe that their worldwide vaccination programmes have saved many millions of lives, especially children, but we haven't played our part by biting the bullet and dying off to make way for them. What the world needs is increasing life expectancy in the developing world and decreasing expectancy in the West. It is actually happening. It's not a dream.

I don't know what the fuck you are on about.

The ones with any sense head straight for Calais. I must say Indian restaurants are virtually non-existent in France. So no kitchen black market work there.

Great Western back to normal service.

with the soiled leggings hanging over the door like a scene from the Naked Civil Servant.

And that's just the stuff hanging between his legs.

Actually Alan and Mel, in that order, Radio 2 was quite funny.

That's right boy, confess your sins, but watch your arse in that box.

Teeming with squally details. So the Bisto Meal for One was OK?

Achievement = C Effort = A+ Overall = shit

Ahoy thee Tom the Cabin Boy. I warrant you have a lady's skin...

I can just visualise that heavily rusted and dented Simplex filing cabinet with the permanently jammed bottom drawer probably containing dismembered body parts.

You're one of the fat lager louts.

Captain Rum of Pugwash fame?