I am sorry to drop this knowledge bomb on you.

* melts * God, I love his voice.

This is one of many facts I wish I didn't know, like the fact that men don't use toilet paper when they pee. Ignorance is bliss indeed.

He wouldn't wear jeans unless they were spun from the tears of rainbows, stitched with the hair of Gary Numan and hand delivered by a unicorn on roller skates. twirls

This is pretty cute - schoolchildren in Doncaster welcome the NZ rugby team.

I don't like exercising for no purpose either, so I tend to tell myself I'm doing readiness training for the impending zombie apocalypse.

I've never been bothered at the gym either, but it may have something to do with the fact that any exercise immediately turns me the colour of a tomato. Oddly, this actually sort of clashes with red hair.

Can't . . . look . . . away . . . from . . . the teeth.

Former retail worker here: I second that completely - people used to try and explain to me why they were buying stuff as though I would judge them, but it was seriously out of my mind the second I served the next person.

I recommended this to someone further up the page: 'The Shining Girls' by Lauren Beukes. Edge-of-the-seat thriller with some genuinely scary moments and a pretty unique structure and concept. Enjoy your reading!

Ralph Ellison's 'The Invisible Man' is a classic, but fairly hard to get through I found. Have you come across Malorie Blackman's 'Noughts and Crosses' trilogy? It's YA, but an interesting look at race and class. Recently I enjoyed 'The Shining Girls' by Lauren Beukes - women/race/class issues in a fascinating…

I want him to raise any future hypothetical children of mine.

When I was teaching English in Cambodia I spent an afternoon teaching the kids to sing the Scottish classic: 'Donald Where's Yer Troosers?' The results were similarly adorable.

I was wearing my monocle, but it popped off in SHOCK when I saw that fig leaf.

Yes! So much this. I think we had the same childhood ; b

Tulip! Awesome awesome awesome. I need to go dig out my old Preacher issues.

I grew up thinking I should probably have been a boy because I liked playing with guns and Action Men, and despised dresses and makeup. Took me a while to realise that I could have both traditionally feminine and masculine traits while still being female. Damn Enid Blyton!

I foster puppies sometimes when I'm not working full time, and the charity that sends out details about the animals they have in the shelter needing to be fostered sent this out today:

Went back to his place, which he told me he lived in alone and his brother was crashing at. Heard a baby crying in the middle of the night, was assured it was coming from next door, then in the morning was introduced to his sister, his brother-in-law and their two children. Who also lived there. They were all…

And NEVER go back for your purse.