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I've got a propane cylinder from one of the little camping stoves. I put the cooking head on and burnt off the rest of the gas, but I'm not sure how to dispose of the cylinder.

So, the question is, where should I shove it?!
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Walking into work and just going up a road with houses on one side and a small area of woodland on the other. Out in front of me jumped a vixen and her cub. They scampered about for a bit then dived back into the cover of the woods.
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If you're going to go to the trouble of putting a flap and button on a shirt,  why not go the whole hog and put a pocket in! Not just something that leads nowhere and when it comes down to it, is a LIE in fabric form!! Shirt pockets are hany for tickets, change and aspirins!

Real pockets! Not Lies!!!
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See you around Mike. You were one of the good guys.
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LAST POST

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If poetry could tell it backwards, true, begin
that moment shrapnel scythed you to the stinking mud…
but you get up, amazed, watch bled bad blood
run upwards from the slime into its wounds;
see lines and lines of British boys rewind
back to their trenches, kiss the photographs from home-
mothers, sweethearts, sisters, younger brothers
not entering the story now
to die and die and die.
Dulce- No- Decorum- No- Pro patria mori.
You walk away.

You walk away; drop your gun (fixed bayonet)
like all your mates do too-
Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert-
and light a cigarette.
There's coffee in the square,
warm French bread
and all those thousands dead
are shaking dried mud from their hair
and queuing up for home. Freshly alive,
a lad plays Tipperary to the crowd, released
from History; the glistening, healthy horses fit for heroes, kings.

You lean against a wall,
your several million lives still possible
and crammed with love, work, children, talent, English beer, good food.
You see the poet tuck away his pocket-book and smile.
If poetry could truly tell it backwards,
then it would.

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“Hello”

"’Lo. Are you a pasteurer”

 “A what?”

 “Uh pasteurer”

 “What?!”

 “Uh plasterer”

 “No. I’m a data analyst. I think you’ve got the wrong number.”

Muffled grunt and then the line went dead.

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I've just had an email letting me know that my friend Mark passed away yesterday.

We first met at my old job at GEAC. One of the guys there put together a role-playing group and we piled in to play Legend of the Five Rings. After that we'd often meet up, a bunch of us going to the movies, getting food at Nandos or gaming. I admired his self-confidence and willingness to laugh at the ridiculousness of the world.

See you around old friend.
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Forty years ago Mum got me and my brother and sat us down on the sofa in front of our black & white television.

We watched a grainy picture of a man climbing down a ladder and standing on a place that seemed to be covered in grey concrete powder. The first human being had set foot on another world.

I never got over it.
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Muscle in my back just above right hip really playing up. Trying to sleep last night was not fun. Any advice apart from painkillers and trying to find a position to stand/sit/lie-down that doesn't hurt?
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There were only three unanswered...

3 - During the War of the Rebellion, a new and influential club was established in the city of Baltimore in the State of Maryland.
[Clue - There are big guns, bigger guns, zogging huge guns and then this one]
From the Earth to the Moon, by Jules Verne

6 - Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth,--a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centered upon his own silly self.
[Clue - It was definitely here a minute ago, I'll check down the back of that galaxy sized sofa]
The Lost World, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

9 - During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country;
[Clue - You probably want to get some scaffolding on that.]
The Fall of the House of Usher, by Edgar Allan Poe
 

 

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2 - I am forced into speech because men of science have refused to follow my advice without knowing why.
[Clue - It might be a bit chilly, I'd suggest a jumper.]
At the Mountains of Madness, got by belisarius_534

3 - During the War of the Rebellion, a new and influential club was established in the city of Baltimore in the State of Maryland.
[Clue - There are big guns, bigger guns, zogging huge guns and then this one]

6 - Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth,--a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centered upon his own silly self.
[Clue - It was definitely here a minute ago, I'll check down the back of that galaxy sized sofa]

7 - Since Aramis's singular transformation into a confessor of the order, Baisemeaux was no longer the same man.
[Clue - Just imagine if he caught a cold! Eew!]
The Man in the Iron Mask, got by sallyf

8 - 3 May. Bistritz.--Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late.
[Clue - "Merlot, sir?" "No thank you" "Riesling?" "No" "Cabernet Sauvignon, Chateau Neuf du Pap, Blue Nun, Thunderbird, Australian Chunderbucket Rose?" "Look! Just bog off!!"]
Dracula, got by endis_ni

9 - During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country;
[Clue - You probably want to get some scaffolding on that.]
 

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Watching the BBC news this morning before coming into work. There was a report on how a guy who served in Afghanistan had rowed the North Sea, walked the London Marathon and hauled himself up a cliff face. All done in spite of the fact that he'd lost the use of his legs. He had just succeeded in raising 1 million pounds for a charity for injured servicemen.

Immediately after and almost in the same breath their was a report on a football player called Renaldo being transferred for 80 million pounds.

Is it me?
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Just in case anyone is bored...

Here are the first lines of ten classic stories. Name the title...

1 - It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. - 1984, got by plucky_lass
2 - I am forced into speech because men of science have refused to follow my advice without knowing why.
3 - During the War of the Rebellion, a new and influential club was established in the city of Baltimore in the State of Maryland.
4 - As I sit down to write here amidst the shadows of vine-leaves under the blue sky of southern Italy, it comes to me with a certain quality of astonishment that my participation in these amazing adventures of Mr. Cavor was, after all, the outcome of the purest accident. - The First Men in the Moon, got by sack_boy
5 - In 1815, M. Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D---- He was an old man of about seventy-five years of age; he had occupied the see of D---- since 1806. - Les Miserables, got by plucky_lass
6 - Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth,--a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centered upon his own silly self.
7 - Since Aramis's singular transformation into a confessor of the order, Baisemeaux was no longer the same man.
8 - 3 May. Bistritz.--Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late.
9 - During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country;
10 - Hwät! we Gâr-Dena in geâr-dagum - Beowulf, got by sack_boy

Ian

 

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Song going around and around in my head today...

The theme tune to Champion the Wonder Horse

Share and enjoy
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Awake at the moment, but that probably wont last after last night's bout of insomnia.

On the plus side NEW SERIES OF FUTURAMA!!!!!

WOOT! :-D

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/8092758.stm

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