Not at all. Big western eyes.

He was a tv presenter for years - TFI Friday was his main show, plus Don’t Forget Your Toothbrush, and had his own tv production company. I know it makes a better story to present him as a radio dj who has no right to be on tv, but he’s very well qualified. Plus he’s a total petrolhead.

Aargh, bloody hell. Reading comprehension 101, Aimée. She didn’t say she fought the librarian. She said it was made by a librarian. Sheesh, pay me half what Aimée’s on and I’ll still turn in better copy.

Hopefully he didn’t get stuck and took a short squiggle to the water: the Napier aquarium is by the sea. I mean, right on the beach. It’s fab.

He’s got the face flaps (dunno what the correct technical term is) of a male orang utan. They’ve doubled his size, from the looks of it in the photo in the article. Can’t bring myself to watch the trailer.

But it’s all jumbled up anyhow - isn’t it set in India? No orang utans there.

Madam, if you please. First vehicle I ever drove was a Series 3.

Isn’t that a Series Land Rover rather than a Defender?

I’m guessing Mr Kernish is in Australia, going by the trees and the accent.

Bob is chanelling Leigh Bowery, London-based Australian post-punk / New Romantic icon from the 1980s:

Here he is, doing the final day, where he ran two marathons back-to-back. (He had to miss a marathon day earlier on as he was hospitalised briefly, so had to run two in a day to make it up).

Here he is, doing the final day, where he ran two marathons back-to-back. (He had to miss a marathon day earlier on as he was hospitalised briefly, so had to run two in a day to make it up).

Can I put in a word for Eddie Izzard’s recent stunning charity fundraising - he just (like, last week) finished running 27 marathons in 27 days in hot, hot South Africa, to raise money for Sport Relief (an offshoot of Comic Relief). The man is a legend, with the biggest heart. And fabulous nails.

I’ll translate that into British for you, seeings as they’re in the UK: You know they were all last-minute hen party presents bought at Asda.

Um, no need for the snitty [sic], Bobby. If the tweeter uses Commonwealth English they are perfectly correct - practise is the verb, practice the noun. Not everyone on twitter is American, you know.

Don’t be afraid! Swimming is wonderful - it’s the closest we’ll ever get to flying unaided. Embrace the blue!

A bit of context would be good - neither you Charlie nor the Register article mention Leinster’s nationality. I had to go to his Wikipedia article to find out. His nationality is core to his view of the past and the threats of the present and the imagined future in this period.

He put his camera on it and was using it as a tripod. Not hiding.

A knocker-up of people was a proper profession! The knocker-up was the person who went from door-to-door early in the mornings, knocking on them to wake the inhabitants for work. In the days before alarm clocks, alarm calls etc.