More bump. Watching in horror and dismay from across the Atlantic. Vote, people, vote before they forbid you from voting.

I second this. Bobby, you are a fine writer, and I’m sure you’ll do good work wherever you end up, but Gods, man, your leaving will kick a hole in this place.

“Big jiggly titties” are cartoony and silly though. I should know, I’ve been carrying a pair around for long enough.

Pixels. Not boobs. Pixels. It’s just daft. The really silly thing is, it’s not entirely inaccurate with regards to how breasts move...mine would do something like that if I let them.

I will laugh for days if this is proved correct and the Riemann Hypothesis is solved by a mathematician using geometric rather than analytical techniques. BREAK OUT THE CRAYONS!

I like to open a new tab as a search engine page. I’ve been doing it pretty much for as long as it’s been possible, and I see no reason to change now. I just don’t want that search engine to be Google.

I’m currently doing a clean install of a PC. (Long story including frustration, pain, hardware AND software failure, and ‘harsh language’.) Google/Chrome, in its/their infinite, but possibly not entirely unbiased wisdom, has decided that my search engine of choice (Startpage) is a security risk, and it will not give…

You sat through all three? You have my respect, madam. I managed the first one, breaking the tedium with multiple snack breaks and coffee, but couldn’t, just couldn’t face the thought of two more of the same. Not even the thought of costuming ideas to steal to tempt me to the rest of the tale. My husband has watched…

Only if we let them. No one needs to buy this stuff, and the world could well be a better place if no one did.

He does seem to have cornered the market in self-obsessed arseholes.

No one outside the north of England and east of the Pennines is going to understand that comment. It took me a while before I got used to getting blank looks when I used the word ‘ginnel’ in mixed company.

There is a giant urinal outside the station now:

You mean darn sarf? Gods no, we don’t want any of that, thanks.

According to Wikipedia, no, but he got his MA from one of the universities here. Given that I’m wondering if he has anywhere particular in mind...I’d like to suggest the underground floors of the UoS Hicks Building (Maths and Physics), perhaps the bit that was all blocked off, with no access to students (what are they …

Orchard Park or the NHE?

The trick is to go to University in Sheffield...and then never leave :)

Well, I currently live in Sheffield, so I have thoughts about this.

Back in the fifties and sixties ‘O’-levels were scary stuff. In the eighties we used them as practice runs for ours, and the past papers were much more difficult than the ones we were to be faced with. Having only a couple of ‘O’-levels if you took them before the mid-seventies was nothing to be ashamed of.

Don’t get married - you still don’t know who you are. What floats your boat now may drive you to distraction when you are just a little older. If [s]he’s really the one, [s]he’ll wait.