Steve's ball had cracked and had been repaired long before I got my grubby and slightly inebriated paws on it.

Good that it could be repaired. Oh the miracles of science. Do you find, because of previous problems, that people handle his balls with more care now?

Steve still throws them around with a flagrant disregard for his safety.

Safety is important! Just remember, when you touch Steve's balls, you are touching everyone who's ever touched his balls.

I've probably touched everyone who's ever touched his balls anyway. And I don't think I've touched any of them whilst sober, which probably explains a lot.

It's healty to spend at least 3 hours a week sober.

Yes. I am six feet and three inches tall, and I weigh 11 stone and 8 pounds.

 

There may be some youngsters round these parts who are centimetres tall, and weight kilograms, but they're misguided (and in one case, suffering from post-traumatic stress).

I say lets go with the majority on this one. Most of the world is metric. I would save myself alot of money when buying tools if everything was metric. I've owned Japanese cars and American cars (yes, Japanese cars are more reliable), and have to keep both metric and standard wrenches/ sockets. What a pain in the ass. Imagine my surprise when I came across a part on my American made car that wouldn't take a standard wrench... it was metric... doph!

Yay, a sensible person. Ignore Rendle, we actually have a bizarre mishmash of Imperial and Metric over here. He'd probably prefer it if we didn't have money in decimal still.

I say let's get hold of some really fucking big nuclear warheads, hide them in some major cities, inextricably link their non-detonation to my vital signs, and then use them as leverage to force the world to switch to the Furlong/Firkin/Fortnight system.

Deny that the word "thruppence" is fun to say. Ha! You can't, can you?

On and unrelated note; it's amazing how the sanity line is crossed so unnoticably.

You are right. And yet, one can have three pence in decimal still. Hooray!

It's not the same, dammit. There's no coin.

who cares! there's no anything with me anymore.

Isn't that the title of Morrissey's next release?

I like him so I hope so. I HEART him even, just because of the people here who get upset about that.

Fag.

I had one of those slip-knot noose things hidden under that post, attached to a bendy tree.