My granny was a Gweneth! Love that name.

Oh my god, I am immediately going to start using 'Everything's coming up gingers' in sentences now.

Anyone's parents ever tell them what their names might have been? If I was a boy, I was going to be called Colin apparently, so I dodged a bullet there. (Doged a bullet WITH MY VAGINA.)

I am loving this idea of a freckle-off! What form would it take? A straight count - most freckles wins? Or who can make the most entertaining/complex/explicit join-the-dots drawing on their skin?

You can console yourself with the fact that you're probably a carrier! So if you choose to have children in the future you could have your very own ginger freckled spawn.

Are you suggesting that we SHOULDN'T represent the 0.078% of African-Centaur-Americans who have lost their hooves? Often in the service of our country?! You madam, are a hoovist.

Natural freckles right here bitches. Gingers win AGAIN.

Well I guess I wasn't using my ovaries anyway.

I noticed! Now let's go get a stub of candle and see what Uncle Andrew's up to.

I noticed! Now let's go get a stub of candle and see what Uncle Andrew's up to.

What happened with the director, Lynne Ramsay? It seems there was all this concern when she didn't show up and then just no more news about her.

Nice.

The Magician's Nephew reference just kind of made my day.

Doherty and Culkin living together?

Great link, cheers!

Why the fuck are the humanities seen as a "woman's area" but all the people perceived as """"important novelists"""" are MEN?

Yup. So much this. You won't get Lionel Shiver in that section (personal opinions of her work aside, she doesn't write this stereotypical 'women's fiction').

First part of a Scottish phrase: get tae (to) fuck. Get lost, basically.

I've read that the only picture the mother had of her daughter, she gave to the police when she went missing.