I moved from the US in 1998 and I have never heard of sliders. Did that come about just recently, or is it regional?

Which I mentioned ham biscuits and gravy people look sick here in the UK. Because biscuits are cookies.

Dingoes ate my baby, and if it's quite alright they'll eat your baby...

Honey in boiled coffee is now sterilised.

I want to go to Japan. I go to China, India, Thailand, Cambodia, Burma and there are lots of choices. Delicious choices, sigh.

I see what you did there.

I forgot Ms Michelle Pfeiffer Pfennig in Wilmington at a rave after filming! Off my face, I said, rather dumbly, “you’re Michelle Pfeiffer!” And she marked, “But who the hell are YOU?” And I grinned and said cheerfully, “I’m a patron of this club!” And went away.

Sounds legit, he is truly nice. But I wonder how many underemployed actors or loyal publicists post flattering celeb stories all over the web? I'm sure it happens.

This caused me to think of who I have actually met while traveling, eating out, etc and realised it was quite a list, in no particular order, with no amazing stories (or I’m not telling with one or two!):

When he was younger, poor Gary ran over a dog on his way to interview for a job at the American Humane Society.

Debbie Harry?

Boy George yelled at me when my camera jammed at his book signing in London. “Hurry the fuck up!” Then I saw him a few weeks later in the upstairs VIP lounge at Crash and he asked me for a light and after I told him he hurt my feelings in front of a lot of people. He said something along the lines of, “Sorry, can’t…

Ah! It makes sense now! I understand people mistaking our food choices, but the number of people who act as if they are trying to catch you out regarding meat, milk, fish, eggs, leather belts and shoes... fuck those bitches.

God, you talk too much.

Why can you eat fish and chicken as a vegetarian?

Long term vegetarians tend to eat, eat, *vegetables*, rather than veggie dogs or burgers. But even in a pinch, far less processed food. I think that is what Tina meant?

“A food analytics start-up” - buzzwords far beyond the intellect of club Pinky.

Maybe Pinkham’s jizzy teddy bear fell in the Grindr?