I have a pair of those boots! They used to belong to my (English) Mum in the 1970s. She’s about a size larger than me, but thick socks deal with that.

My “type” is Chris Evans.

Nothing new in the world: “And all the stars who never were/Are parking cars and pumping gas.”

Concentration is necessary (in my case at least) when giving head. It’s also necessary when receiving it. I find it is totally impossible to concentrate on both things at once.

I’m so sorry; that sounds absolutely terrible.

Hillary: about stupid pregnancy food restrictions. Have you read Expecting Better by Emily Oster? You’ll feel a lot more sane if you do.

I am unable to see the costumes. I am distracted by Chris Evans, who is unaccountably still very handsome dressed in that jersey pyjama set.

Everybody do your best!

Hang on. Am I just being British here, or did you say VAGISOFT? Does that sound as...suggestive to people in the USA as it does to my tender limey ears?

All about the space heater under the desk. (It also means the lady at the desk opposite mine *loves* me in the winter.)

Ha - those of us stuck permanently in the greys don’t care because we don’t actually believe in the blacks. It’s like God planting all those dinosaur bones. I’m sure the black comments are procedurally generated.

Very, very best of luck in your new internet home, Ubertrout. I’ll be following you there; you’ll be sorely missed here.

It was great - thanks ever so much. I’ll be following you at the Toast.

I wish I’d gone to see it with you. That was my experience too, but the guy I was living with at the time *really* didn’t get it. And LOVED the movie. He bought the video cassette, the soundtrack and was unbearably fan-ish about it without for a moment understanding what it was about.

Oh, but this sucks balls. Mark, I’m so sorry.

THIS. You haven’t really experienced the full horror until you’ve turned up at an industrial town in Finland at 11.30pm, and all there is to eat is something the hotel bar is calling nachos, which appear to be based on a picture some Finn saw of some nachos once. (Chopped frankfurter, sliced tomato, yoghurt and chips.…

Travelling that much for work sucks. I’m a veteran at this stuff, and no hotel on earth is as nice as my bed at home. The perks you get with things like reward points soften what can be a pretty horrible way to make your living, and while I don’t think I’d be as hyperbolic if I was a Starwood points holder, I do…

That’s an outrageously stupid editorial decision. I’m terribly sorry for you and your colleagues: this is a damned good blog (one of the few I check daily). I hope you all go on to better (and stupendously well-paying) things.

WHAT?

My ex had one - he’d be 49 now.