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womanofdulwich Wrote: maybe you could upgrade his equipment? I'm sure he's thought about this very personal subject already WOD. No need to force the issue eh.

You'll also be needing that air of knowing, disdainful superiority that's so unique to the experienced navigator of Appledom's labyrinth of consumer add on's.

Telling a prospective employer that you enjoy playing the Ukelele outside of work can only suggest one credible possibilty. Busking. Smart move.

RosieH. O.K, fair enough, you've got me. I have met Bill Nighy. My great aunt Bethesda was married to a former Vichy Frenchman who rented the impressionable young waif a room during his brief - though sadly unfulfilled - stay in Paris during the sixties. I met him briefly during a summer break on the continent. I walked in on him whilst he was shaving. He told me to f_ck off.

Spillage in aisle 4.

Celebrity Big Brother

Big Brother

Louisiana. Bill Nighy doesn't purr. Bill Nighy 'hmmmm's' through thin lips and then shrugs you a snorting guffaw. He then regains his wiry composure whilst his hair falls back into the form it was disturbed from. His eyes then pierce into you from behind those thick black specs, teasing out the undying affection you've held for the cad all your life. So yes, although I've never met either fellows, this Jah Lush certainly sounds like a fitting substitute for a pet Nighy.

Jesus wept. Has anyone got a bucket of water?

You're going to have to get used to it though I'm afraid.

Whom it concerns.

Sounds like a trap.

Yeah, cheeks or hole?

Sorry about those Jim.

His 'client' more like.

Bungee jump?

Enjoyed by all ages. And so you can avoid embarressing him on his 70th. http://img.alibaba.com/photo/10052555/Handicapped_Supporter_And_Pliers_Grabber_Reacher.jpg

Then slippers it is then.

You can never buy a father too many power drills.

The artistic scattering - or more accurately, fluttering - of vintage sheet music was done to death in early Genesis and Sade video's. The production would start with a pianist wistfully searching the clouds for a shooting star. A glance at the keys would prompt a gust of wind to dramatically billow the drapes and scatters the sheet music under the dry-ice smoke. The pianists gaze would be met by Phil Collins staring down from an illuminating moon blessing the musician with an opening verse. In the background a Unicorn would trot about the set. Collins would appear at the door backed by a heavenly aura, wearing leather trousers.

Yeah, you don't see many of those Nokia 2110's these days. A rare find indeed.

Or kill two birds with one stone and move to Japan. Belly of the beast, as it were.

Bill Nighy would make the best pet.

How provincial. Something else to get caught in the teeth of the farmers thresher.

Deerrrrr...it's a tree.