I’ve just* had Endrometrial Ablation and a Mirena coil fitted and even the day after the procedure the discomfort was about 1000 times less than a normal period. Only needed pain meds for my sore throat (thanks to intubation).

THIS! TAKE MY MONEY TOO!

IMAGINE THE SIZE OF THE PIE!!!!

I think I’d be edging away as well. Possibly into another cafe...

Leslie Van Houten wasn’t at the Tate house, she went along on the second night for the La Biancas.*

That’ll be Sandy Good and George Stimson then. Still crazy after all these years...

I am. She wants a bulkhead she can pay for it. Like I bloody did!

YES! I kept wondering who the fuck his eyes reminded me of. Where’s Buffy when you need her?

Y’know what, January’s been really shitty RIGHT UP UNTIL NOW.

I know it’s all a matter of taste blah blah but I’ve never found him funny and he’s now he’s both unfunny and obnoxious. I wish they’d stop giving him hosting gigs - he might just fade away. *crosses fingers, makes wish*

Dammit. Now I’ll have to move.

Sentient? Are you sure?

I’ve already commented* elsewhere about the travesty that is this remake and the impossibility of measuring up to Tim Curry. But you’re dead right - too many pretty YOUNG people. What’s the point of it anyway?

The fact that Zahi Hawass says no way means I’m leaning towards it being Nefertiti, as he’s such an arse.

I know three women, one from Ireland, one from the UK and one from Australia. Aged between 40 and 70. All covent school educated and all physically and psychologically abused. When they were discussing it, they found out they’d all been at schools belonging to the Sisters of Mercy. I think some orders just…

What you said. Also I live about 5 minutes from this ignorant idiot’s shop (I think it’s only been open a couple of months - only noticed it a week ago). Bicester’s in Oxfordshire, there is very little diversity. Basically she’d have to actively go out looking for someone she could then refuse service to.

I think I’m on a blacklist* - which is great.

Hah. Always willing to hang out with another outcast from the greys.

I’ve lived alone for years (it’s glorious). I always thought that my next partner would have to buy the house next door but, frankly, I now think they’d have to live at least 10 miles away. I like my space...

Me drunk in heels = bambi on ice. It’s a recipe for disaster...