I admit, I'm always a little disappointed that there isn't a Diana Rigg as Mrs Peel lookalike in every movie I see.

I want to watch Peter Hooton from The Farm make a fashion show exclusively about coats.

That's why it was called "Avengers Assemble" in the UK, so that audiences wouldn't get confused. Really. Looking at the poster should help: dapper gentleman or great big green dude? That should be enough.

More Heineken Cup rugby this weekend for me - not anywhere near as much fun as last week, as teams seemed to be afraid to play expansive games. So I went to the pub.

Apologies in advance - those Aussie commentators will soon be happy again, after the autumn North-South internationals.

Halloween seems to be for little kids and retailers around here.

And Monty is young enough to do it.
London is a great city, and it makes exploration of North/West Europe easy too.
I'd say to take it, if only that most internships in London normally operate in the "old boys' network", so one is lucky to get it.

The weirdest thing about that is a black cat crossing your path in the UK (Japan, too, I think) is supposed to be good luck.

I'm getting an "inflated Clint Eastwood" vibe" from it, especially with that squint in the pic.

mmm, pork chops

They just bunga bunga.

[shoots Daffy]

Up at 8am after a night's drinking, and after a snog? That's no accidental snog, especially with the partner there. Definitely planned.

Not only is it a funny tale, but also he's holding the appropriate Roger Hargreaves character mug in the photo. Pure class.

Nairns are good Scottish oatcakes, but living in the South of England, it's usually difficult fro me to buy decent oatcakes from the baker.

Moon isn't rolling over in his grave because of this - he's still spinning from his comedown.

The mature response is the sigh and eye-roll.
I would guffaw.

I was fairly surprised to learn of a (presumably thriving) market for used sex equipment. As a straight guy, I agree with the stereotypical lesbians. Like you, I feel that end of relationship/life = end of use.

I agree, except with one point: it's not borderline abusive.

The Great Haggis Crash happens when the haggises are being hunted - the season starts on 20 October. Because the young hagglets are unaware of the asymmetrical leg-length of the adults, they run around the hill the wrong way. The adults tip over, and crash to the ground, making them easy prey.