Oh my.

Can I be Mike Rutherford?

Sounds very much like my barbecue playlist.

How did they let you put up your own album cover!? I wrote to them to ask if I could have one for a playlist I made (ridiculously it has over 3,000 followers) and was sent the longest, most polite “fuck off” I’ve ever received in my life.

I would like to take this moment to confess that I saw it over 15 times in the cinema. As bored 13 year olds, we’d just go to the cinema and pig out and popcorn and make snarky comments during the film (at this point, we were the only people who were ever in the cinema...)

Excellent. I’ve not had my luggage lost, but damaged, and Icelandair were nice enough to buy me a new suitcase exactly the same as the old one. Some of them still do it right.

Likewise my first thought.

I would wear all of this. Together in one outfit.

I love you, Mark. Reading this in bed this morning has really set me up for a good day.

The whole concept behind this man’s viewpoint is bizarre, as if it insinuates women don’t even really listen to music unless we come into contact with a male music fan first. “I had always heard of this thing called ‘music’, but until Cyril brought home the gramophone, I was not quite sure it was for me”.

Hello Pat!

I don’t think Bridget gave him up, but he sees his father a lot (and thus Gisele too).

Yes! I was the same age as Rory during the show run too, and some of the clothes she wears (I remember one particular Abercrombie and Fitch sweater) I actually owned. The very same sweater. And I love that they wear clothes more than once on the show, instead of having a different outfit every episode. They re-wear…

I was thinking I’d do some really realistic murder mystery party on a cruise ship, set in the 1920s, with real A-list actors and a real murder. Then, of course, a wedding at the end (the wedding doesn’t have to be real).

And yet it all still just looks like a wedding. The swag bags sound nice, though.

Oh that’s just terrible :(

“For as often as flights are overbooked, it’s hard to believe that an airline and flight crew would be so diabolical as to boot someone from the cheap seats in order to allow another passenger—perhaps a high-status frequent flier or someone who paid more for their ticket?—to be seated.”

Oh I know that, but I often wonder about rates of false positive, just prolonging the inevitable, as in the scenario they speak about in the article.

I wonder about it all of the time. I’ve been getting them yearly since I was 26, as my mother was diagnosed at 36, and it’s what the doc said I should do.

I don’t remember my first email address now, nor did I remember it the day after I set it up. I know it was Wolf followed by a string of numbers suggested to me by AOL, numbers I did not write down, and therefore I was never able to log into the address ever again. That was in 1996, I think, I was 12. My next address…