People Who write for the metro do not know shit about shit.
My week is work and not much else (apart from probably going to a geeky Sceptic's thing tomorrow). I am feeling tired and gloomy, the weather is grey and not a lot fun is happening for me between now and the next bash. Oh, and I'm a bit skint. Not interesting, "might as well live like Monty because I'm so far in debt I have nothing to loses" skint, more "I've got little or no spare cash 'til pay-day once I've bought food and other essentials so no money for fun" skint.

Alt: The Weekend on the other hand was good hand a good wander around Greenwich, picked up some conkers with which to teach my son the Noble Art, saw a decent film, which (unintentionally) did the work of the Norwegian Tourist Board for it, and saw 2 good bands and one shit one, as covered before.
( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Mon 12 Sep 2011, 10:15, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

The restaurant critic (Marina O'Loughlin) seems to know her stuff.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 10:29, Reply)

She's one of the best kept secrets in the restaurant critic world
nobody seems to know who she is.

Apparently.
(Bazongaloid, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 10:35, Reply)

I reckon you should get BGB to move in with you so you two can come 'round more often.

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 10:32, Reply)

He hasn't room to swing a cat never mind me.

( girlinthehole, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 10:34, Reply)

That's perfect, I got a big spare room.
You two move in with me, I have a new flatmate, you two get to live together.... everyone, but especially me, wins.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 10:35, Reply)

More importantly, we don't want to live together.

( girlinthehole, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 10:41, Reply)

Even better, I have two rooms, I can get more rent money if you take one each.

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 10:46, Reply)