My boyfriend
Much as I love him, has the most annoying phrase in the world when he's telling me a story.

'The other day...'

This could relate to something that could have happened the other day, as in a few days ago, but more often than not, it has usually happened in the last few years. Classic example, when I asked how long ago the event happened, he normally says, 'Well i was 15 at the time...' He is now 26. Really gets on my tits that does.

Then again, I'm bad for saying that I'm going 'through-by'. That could mean any number of rooms, or outside, or to the shops, or the pub. I should really be more specific.
(doublefruit is wasting away the day that is, Tue 6 May 2008, 12:22, 2 replies)

Bloody Government
I could go on about old people at Cash Points, crap drivers who don't know how roundabouts work or the Burberry wearing chav-scum who can't control their kids, but if you will indulge me for a few moments, I'll tell you why one thing is currently winding me up more than any other.

Our glorious government goes on about obesity levels and kids not getting their 5 a day, telling us how important it is to eat well and avoid junk food. However, did you know that we are currently charged 17.5% VAT on 100% fruit drinks including smoothies. Frozen chips, burgers, ice cream, fizzy drinks - no VAT at all, but you go to get your kids a healthy drink for their lunch box and you pay VAT on it.

There was an early day motion to reduce the levels of tax on it to the lowest allowed by the EU (5%) but out of 600 MP's only 59 signed up for it.

For the good of the country??? Only if they can make a few bob out of it. Tossers.
(brocky, Tue 6 May 2008, 12:19, 1 reply)

*Gets on soapbox again*
A pearoast with added extras…mainly because I'm marking student papers and some are a little weak on the grammar front, but also because reading some posts has begun to irritate me with their errors.


I'm afraid I do not ascribe to the view "I had a poor education/I've got dyslexia/a spot on my bum" - Why? Because education is not the entire responsibility of a school.

The law states that parents have the legal responsibility to ensure their children are educated, they in turn often (but not always) hand their children over to the local state run schools to do the job.

However, children are only in school for part of their time each day, likewise most people have finished in education by the time they are eighteen or twenty-one. Learning goes on throughout your life, so if you didn't pick up the basics of communicating efficiently with your fellow humans at school, learn now!

The same applies to dyslexia - as a child you may not have the intellectual resources to get around your particular form of dyslexia, but do not, ever, use it as an excuse for bad English - as an adult you have the ability to find out where to get help and often with a dyslexic brain you are also able to think far more creatively than non-dyslexics…Leonardo Da Vinci, Albert Einstein, Alexander Graham Bell, Thomas Edison, John Lennon, Pablo Picasso. Don't tell me they couldn't articulate themselves sufficiently because of their dyslexia.

So, onto the pearoast:-



Firstly if you have problems with spelling - no need to feel any shame or fear, it's a common problem and also one easily dealt with. Use Firefox. Set up the English Dictionary Automatic Spell Checker. Each word you misspell will appear with a dotted red line underneath. You need only click on the word and you will be given the opportunity to choose the correct spelling. Alternatively write your QOTW offering in Word or similar and run a spell check.


Secondly if you are unable to use proper English Grammar either purchase or borrow (from a library - if there are any left around you) a copy of the excellent 'Eats Shoots and Leaves' by Lynne Truss. This deals with most common problems and will put you on the path to righteousness.

As a small note….


Its - this is the possessive version - e.g. The monkey grimaced. Its turds were massive.

It's - this is a contraction - a shortening of two words - It and Is - e.g. It's nearly the end of the week, time for a new Question.

Their, There and They're

Their - Possessive - Their house - the house belonging to them.

There - Positional - Over there - Their house is over there.

They're - Contraction - They are - They're over there in their house.

Also beware of homophones - these are not phones from nokia (ha!) but words which sound the same but are spelt differently.

Your (possessive - belonging to - Your fart was smelly.
You 're (contraction)You are smelly.

There is also the abomination that is commonly known as the Greengrocers' apostrophe - as in Tomatoe's, Potatoe's
's means it belongs to someone! It's tomatoes, potatoes, vegetables.

Plurals are shown by a simple s or es

Please, please for the love of all that's good and ginger be aware of these few small rules - use a spell checker, read your post before you click Post and most importantly ensure you know how to use (what is for the majority of you) your FIRST language!



*Goes off to lie down - again. Yes LIE down not LAY - Chickens lay (so arguably I could...) but people LIE down.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Tue 6 May 2008, 12:13, 19 replies)

CHB has reminded me of one
That really pisses me off.

Pendopeptides!!!!@@@WTF!!!

'There the hottest thing around'

What? Hotter than the sun??

Thats mad!!
(never-right -getting it wrong since '78, Tue 6 May 2008, 12:11, 1 reply)

Company Toilet Training
Congratulations, you have a job.
Hooray: you can wipe your own arse.
Yippee: you get to choose your own diet.

But now you're in the world where you share the toilet.

I'm going to make this short...
Well done on using the toilet brush. We appreciate not having to come eye to eye with your turd-streaks down the back of the pan.
Thankyou for removing the Claggy turd-residue from the edge of the bowl. This is sure to make our toilet visit less of an ordeal....

There's just one tiny thing.

It's all very well leaving a clean toilet bowl, but the general effect is slightly marred when the brush looks and smells as though you've violently bludgeoned an army of turd-monsters to death with it.

Clean the fucking brush.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Tue 6 May 2008, 12:10, 1 reply)

People that say "So I turned around and said..."
No you fucking didn't.
If you physically turned around as often as you say you did you'd probably be living your life in some kind of dizziness induced stupor. And look like a twat to boot.
(Peek_a_Boo forgot how fun B3ta was until, Tue 6 May 2008, 12:10, 4 replies)

Riding the Bus

Has to be one of the most infuriating things i haveever had to do in my life....

I used to sit at the back but now im destined to the front, with the old people, which is actually nice compared to what i used to put up with...

Imagine sitting at the last seats before the back and a bunch of little fucking kids get on who must think there about 7 feet in height and have control over god itself, they begin talking, loudly, then shouting and laughing, loudly, then playing music of a certain Fcuking dj who couldnt even do a 10p mix then throwin bottles and taunting the other riders....

But no one dares say a thing, oh no, they will turn on you like a gang of twats, which they are...

Now then, after these unpleasantries are over then comes the stage of getting of the bus, were people just "NEED" to get on as if there being chased by an unloved relative then that stops people getting on and people getting off, then stops are missed people become enraged and it gets hot, sweaty, and it stinks, and it doesnt help when the only fat person on the bus is standing next to you breathing through layers of lard and sweating on auto pilot....

I did get of though, so not really that bothered :D
(FATSHARK smokey flange, Tue 6 May 2008, 11:57, Reply)

Garnier Nutrisse
Davina McCall, her mother, hair dye and the immortal line "Nutrisse means nourish!".

"No it fucking doesn't!" I shout at the TV.

My flatmate looks dubious: "I think it's French..."

I pass him my French dictionary. Nutrisse is not to be found nestled between nuque and nutritif.

"Italian...?" he falters. The current-ex, who is half-Italian, firmly shakes his head in rebuttal.

"Well, it can't be German, so what is it?" asks the increasingly-bewildered flatmate, reaching for his laptop and the help of Uncle Google.

IT'S A FUCKING MADE UP WORD, THAT'S WHAT. And I think it means "shit brown hair dye". Because you're worthless.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Tue 6 May 2008, 11:48, 12 replies)

It's not just the cyclists
I have read a fair few posts on having a go at cyclists for not following the highway code etc etc etc. but i have one from the other side of the fence...

Being a cyclist myself I cycle to work every day, along my route is a road where many parents in their huge 4x4's decide to drop off their spawn to school after the 3 min drive from their mansion round the corner, this i have no issue with until they decide to stop smack bang in the middle of the road, not even pulling into the lay by 30m down the road to allow other traffic (cars as well as myself on the bike) to pass, oh no, then junior might actually have to walk to the school gate and we cant have that!
Not only this but the number of times I have nearly been impailed on a car door opening out on me by some fuckwit who doesnt check the mirror before gettin out is starting to get beyond silly. One day i will just go into them full pelt and then see what their insurance companies have to say about it.
(arsebiscuits, Tue 6 May 2008, 11:46, 4 replies)

And
People who take their cars to the main dealers for servicing. My mother recently paid £200 in labour alone to have her front brake discs and pads replaced. Something that I could do in an hour in exchange for a beer afterwards.

I know why it is. It's because they dangle your warranty in front of you. If you take it anywhere else, it's void, because obviously "we know what we're doing and no-one else does".

This is what I don't understand. The mechanics at Toyota are spotty underpaid 17-year-olds. So how do they know better than my preferred mechanic, the one who works on my bikes and has been in business for over 25 years?
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Tue 6 May 2008, 11:31, 7 replies)

GEEKIEST ONE YET
Possibly.

Anyway on Call of Duty 4 when people have the perks "Juggernaught" AND "Last Stand". Literally takes a whole clip of anygun ever to dispatch them.

Martydom is also extremely cheap.
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Tue 6 May 2008, 11:31, 4 replies)

Pubes.
Every time my housemate has a bath, he leaves it looking like an explosion in a pube factory.

I don't mind him using my bath (though I will ban him if he continues to do this), but I don't appreciate having to pick various arse, ball and armpit hairs out of the bath every time I want to use it.

Also, when people lie or sit on my bed (my bedroom is also the TV room in my house, so this happens quite a lot) and don't straighten the covers/shake the bits out afterwards. Fucking GRR.
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Tue 6 May 2008, 11:25, 1 reply)

Rantrantrant
Things that really peeve me off?

1. On the Tube, you see those Tourists who stand on the wrong side of the esculator, stand at the top of the line AND JUST FREAKING STAND THERE.

Let's not worry about the untold thousands of people standing behind you with places to go, pehaps even late. Just. Fucking. Stand there. Don't even CONSIDER moving out off the way, we can all wait. All several thousand off us.

2. Urban music, is it just me or does it seem like we're listening to some people who've just never had too grow up. You've got some guy who can't "sing" (more like talk) in anything more than a monotone, some jumped up tarts with breast implants telling me all about how they're gonna shag this, shank that, murder this blah blah blah

Go grow up!

3. Footballers, you get paid more than most people will in their entire life in a few weeks, and yet you still. moan. like. fucking. pansys.

Stop acting like big girls and just play the damn game, if I could get paid several million a year for acting like twelve year olds then god damnit, I would so be up for that.

4. Compensation culture, oh my GODS. I am made so annoyed by this pathetic crap nowadays.

You fall over, it's not you fault, it's someone elses for making you fall over.

You carry a cup off coffee between your legs and it spills, OH NOES, it's HOT! It's not you fault that you miscarried the coffee, it's the companys fault that the coffee was hot >_<

I am completely in agreement with the phrase

"I don't believe in culling humanity, but I do believe we should remove all safety labels and let nature take it's due"
(Helo, Tue 6 May 2008, 11:20, 5 replies)

People who drive too fast
I live in a peaceful little village with one road through the middle. The road is straight and quite wide but it's 30mph limit because of all the houses, and the children who live there who walk/cycle near the road.

It takes about 3 minutes to get right through the 30mph limit section if you're doing 30. But some tits always think that 30 isn't fast enough and have to speed past you. Why? They only go at about 40, so it's not as if they're shaving minutes off their whole journey. It's annoying and pointless. Harrumph.

And bananas. Hate them.
(Smale is stuffed, Tue 6 May 2008, 11:16, Reply)

Gah.
People who say "each to their own" or "whatever floats your boat" when they encounter someone interested in something considered to be slightly outside societal norms, thinking it makes them seem quite considerate and accepting.

However, it has the opposite effect, usually being heard not as "each to their own", but as "I don't understand and can't be bothered to try" or "you fucking freak".

(I realise some people do mean these phrases literally when they say them, but even then, there's less cliched and potentially euphemistic ways of going about it.)
(non_the_road, Tue 6 May 2008, 11:11, Reply)

Being wrong
so yeah, everyone hates being wrong.mine's a doozy....

I was having a bad day, so bad that I was feeling homicidal.
while trying to keep my cool I was driving to drop my 2 year old off at his mum. When approaching a green light, I see a car dash across the red light into my path.

I held my temper for the sake of my child and carried on.

On the way back this fecking-feckity-feck-fecker in a BMW runs the same light, that was green for me (probably the only thing going right this day was a green light)

But now theres no child in the car to motivate me to subdue my rage. I flash my lights and hoot and swear to which the BMW driver taps his head (like Obelix always did) to hint that I am mad.

Man that did it! I geared down and blasted up next to him, ready to give the swearing of a lifetime. No need to prepare a speech, I had all the rude words I know lined up for delivery. I took a deep breath in preparation as I wound down the window. The pressure cooker was about to blow, big time.

As I pulled up next to him he had his window down ready to take my onslaught, but before I got a word out he shouted, "The lights are broken and haven't changed for hours."

I've been in that situation before. When the light is stuck and you need to go. All those moments flashed through my eyes and in that split second all I could get out of my mouth was, "Oh, well sorry then bud. Have a good day!"

And I slowed down and drove away with my exhaust pipe between my legs...
(Bluffboy South Africa! World Champions!!!, Tue 6 May 2008, 11:06, Reply)

they know - they just KNOW
mrs spimf asked me what was wrong last night (i was quite quiet apparently) so its not really a peeve - i'm lucky i have someone who loves and understands me so intimately and *knows* when something is troubling me.

... what was wrong was i was feeling bad for being such a complete dobber on here lately.

so apols to alls, belfordsux, workboresme, unclechuckles, all of america etc

x
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Tue 6 May 2008, 10:58, 2 replies)

Sitting next to the printer in the office.
It makes its annoying noise all fucking day, I end up getting "Alt-Tab fever" every time someone stands up, and I have to listen to them moaning about the printer when they get here and decide to moan loudly about what they've done wrong, rather than just going back and FIXING the fucking margins and printing again.

Get the fuck away from hovering behind me after subjecting me to twenty minutes of whirring machinery.

/moaning about what is happening right now.
( Thinker, Tue 6 May 2008, 10:54, Reply)

I want to kill them....
I enjoy a short trip on the Motorway everyday to work. I quite enjoy a nice drive to wake up and relax before getting into work.

What really grinds my gears is people who undertake on the Middle and Slow lanes.

Yes, There are 4 or 5 slower cars in the slow lane infront of me and they should be moving over soon but you complete IDIOTS annoy me and that what causes accidents.

THEY REALLY PI*S ME OFF !!!!
(tfi049113 Was found alive on, Tue 6 May 2008, 10:54, Reply)

Anthropomorphism
Yes (almost) more than anything else this causes me a powerful rage.

When it starts to get to you, you see it everywhere... On adverts, TV shows, shops.

Anyway, I think the next time I hear somebody say "Awh, isn't that dog happy!" I'll cut them open, fuck their still-twitching heart, then wear them as a coat.

*takes medication*
( Cawl, Tue 6 May 2008, 10:53, 3 replies)

Aaarrgghhhhh!
At the moment I'm Miss Angry from West Yorkshire.

Couldn't go to the B3ta bash this weekend. My internet connection at home is still not working. I can't shift the extra 1/2 a stone I wish to lose to make me irresistable to the opposite sex and my holiday is still 5.1/2 weeks away. I'm 42 and I still get spots and I WANT SEX NOW!
( girlinthehole, Tue 6 May 2008, 10:49, 6 replies)

Just A Quick One
First post so be nice.....

If I were to list everything that annoyed me I'd be here all day, so here's just a taster of what gets on my nerves:

People who eat with their mouth open - Just don't

Cold Callers - These generally call at the most inconvenient times, when I'm sitting down for dinner or
have just put a film on. Hey tell you what, if I want to buy double glazing/satellite tv/insurance/laser eye surgery/a house made of
spam, I'LL CALL YOU!!! Now piss off and leave me in peace.


people who answer the phone and instead of saying "Hello" answer by repeating the number that you've just dialled, I know what number this is, I dialled it for god's sake!

Using a mobile as a portable music device - generally worn by chav scumbags who believe that as they have a penchant for hardcore belgian acid trance, that we all need to listed to it. We don't.

Single mothers who drive 4x4's - this has been mentioned before so I won't go into too much detail, but it really gets on my nerves when I see a 5987904 litre Humvee on the school run, it just isn't necessary

Fake "Scientific" ingredients in yogurts such as "L casei immunitas" and "Biffidus digestum" Who are they trying to kid?

people who refer to a telephone conversation as a "Telcon"

That is all....For Now.
(Cow_Tipping_Samurai, Tue 6 May 2008, 10:48, 6 replies)

Shopping
I fucking hate shopping, me. Be it for clothes or car parts or army surplus, I find it a tedious yet necessary torture. Unfortunately, many of my pet peeves arise from one stale, florescent environment.

The worst type of shopping, of course, is food shopping. The shitty trip to the supermarket which occurs roughly once a month, twice if I'm unlucky. But it isn't the shop or shopping itself that annoys me, it's my fellow shoppers that really fuck me off.

1: How fucking difficult is it to push a trolley? There are no complicated controls, you push from behind (wahey!) and it makes it go forward. Wonky wheel? How fucking stupid must you be to not have seen that on the way in? If you can't be arsed to go and change it, you aren't allowed to complain.

2: It's a shop, not a cocking social club! Do not stand round in the middle of the aisle screeching away about your miserable existence. It doesn't matter that you're holding me up, as long as you get the latest gossip or whatever the fuck it is that's so important it can't be spoken about anywhere else other than in the way of other people, right this very second!

3: Manners. I try and be polite, manners cost nothing, right? So if I let you past, or move out of your way, say fucking thank you! (or just thank you). I mean, a simple nod would be sufficient, just to let me know that you've acknowledged me. Yeah, it isn't a huge sacrifice I've made, but it doesn't hurt to be courteous, does it?

4: Stay out of my way. Nah that’s fine mate, I was looking at that, but it's perfectly ok with me if you stand immediately in front of me so I can't choose my delicious piece of steak. No really, its fine, I've got X-ray vision.

5: My shopping, my rules. Yes I'm buying two crates of beer and three bottles of wine. Tut all you like, it's my money I'll spend it how I like.

6: The abandoned trolley. There it is, alone in the aisle, a somewhat menacing aura surrounding it. No one is even close to it. Until you ever so slightly move out of the way to get some chicken dippers. "EXCUSE ME!!!!!!" comes the war cry of the hardened shopper, her angry bellow thundering loudly off the shelves. If you don't want me touching it, leave it somewhere else, like out of the fucking way!

7: People who complain loudly when things have been moved. See that massive sign up there that says "MILK" in three foot high letters? Yeah? Well that’s where the milk is, surprisingly.

I've tried the internet shopping phenomenon, I really have, but my food always turns up three days after the date I want it delivered and I never, ever get exactly what I want. Which is why I have to brave the wasteland that is the supermarket once a month.

*sobs*
(FerretTrout be illin', Tue 6 May 2008, 10:41, 2 replies)

Forgive me, as it's been a bad day already and it's only 10.40.
People who do the 'shuffle-shuffle' thing on the wheel while driving.

WHY? It's dangerous as it doesn't give you as much control, and it looks stupid.

People don't need to be instructed on how to properly turn a steering wheel. And if they do, they don't really have the nouse to be driving in the first place.
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Tue 6 May 2008, 10:40, 6 replies)

But its not my fault....
Personal responsability.
It dosent seem to exist anymore. No its allways a case of someone else is to blame for your own boneheadedness.

For example , once upon a time if you tripped over your own shoelace grazed yor knee it was a case of. "Fuck it" , stand up , retie shoelace , check other the one, hobble home for a bandaid and curse yourself.

Now its.

Your parents fault for not teaching you how to tie shoelaces properly.

The schools fault for not picking up on this and doing something about it . They have failed in their duty to educate you.

The councils fault for laying ashphalt on the footpath. Its negligent because somebody falling could hurt themselves . The council must know this why didnt they pave the footpath with cotton wool?

The shoe manufacturs fault for allowing a design fault to be put into production, Where was the warning sticker on the shoelaces? There was no user instruction manual.

The shoe shops fault because they sold me these shoes and didnt warn me that this could happen. They didnt check that i knew how to tie laces.

I hear of more of these cases every day usually accompanied be a rush to the solicitors office to start legal proceedings.

Heres the thing.
ITS YOUR OWN FUCKING FAULT. If you are really that stupid you should be made to wear a bell around your neck as warning to the rest of us.
Look out a tard is about.

People smoke P and kill their families then say its all the drugs fault they didnt know what they were doing so its not their fault.
Oh really??? And exactly who was smoking drugs in the first place??

I could carry on but i think you all know what i mean.
(welgar, Tue 6 May 2008, 10:37, 4 replies)

Empathy from the government
On the "current economic environment".

Currently (yesterday in Liverpool Speke Asda)I paid 107.9 for unleaded petrol. I bought 25 litres for £27, the govt took £17.01 of that.

When petrol was 0.85 the petrol cost 21.25 and the govt took 13.38 of that.

To earn the same amount of duty and VAT as they did on 0.85 they could cut the current tax burden on Petrol to 49.5% from 63%.

So why the fuck don't they? Just cut it 5% or 7.5%. It's a cash cow and they don't give a shit what it's costing everyone.

Don't get me wrong, I'm internationally famous and unbelievably wealthy. It's the PRINCIPLE.
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Tue 6 May 2008, 10:33, Reply)

Peeve doesn't really cover it but...

Ikea.

I've lost count of the number of hours I've lost in that money-sucking, life-sapping, soul-bleaching, scandanavian, smart-arsed, devil's vortex. Where do you start? OK, just because they have a good selection of stuff at reasonable(ish) prices that you need e.g. a good duvet for £15, why can't I just go there at 9.00am on a Tuesday morning - I'll even waste a day's holiday - I'll run through the maze, find the item needed, pay for it and come back home?

No. She has to come along, and why not go on a Sunday?
- Oh, and while we're here, let's look at dining chairs.
- Why? We don't need any.
- I know, but I've seen some in the catalogue that I really like.
- Fuck's sake.
- Oh, and look at that 'Arss' storage unit, it's really cheap.
- What, 35 quid? That's not really cheap.
- And look at those 'Twarrt' rugs, we could do with a new rug for the bedroom, and they're on sale.
- Fuck off.
- And while we're here, we need some more 'Fwap' picture frames, they're only £15 a pair, and we might as well get some 'Dong' light bulbs because you can't get them anywhere else, and some new 'Tittz' lamp shades because I want to redecorate the front room, and we're down to three 'Gluggg' wine glasses, so we might as well get some more, and you can't get duvet covers in these sizes anywhere else so we might as well get one.......

And all the time you're dodging little ankle-biters and huge women or couples walking at a snail's pace and the nobs in yellow polo shirts. You can't take a short-cut because then you might not see everything, so it's left and right and left and right and round and fucking round and round. Oh, and don't forget the patronising way they have the little list things and tiny pencils and paper tape measures - just in case you forgot to bring a pen and an old envelope - pick up your furniture in the warehouse, Isle 14, Location 35, and when you get half way round there's a Swedish cafe: we're so nice you have to do it our way and eat meatballs, and when you get to the warehouse it isn't fucking there.

So join a queue that is tailing back so far it's made the traffic news on Radio 2 so that you can then spend £150 on stuff you don't really like or need.

And the final insult before you join the hordes trying to get their car to the loading area? Hot dogs at 50p each, or 75p for an extra long one. That is almost an insult: they are so frigging cheap you feel obliged to buy one and smother it in tasteless mustard when you never buy hot dogs anywhere else and don't even really like them. And by this time, the missus is a bit triumphant but also a bit repentant as she knows you're sitting on a well of anger, resentment and disgust and you've got another couple of hours before you get home to find you've wasted a whole day to spend money you haven't got on shite you don't want. And not only that but as it's Sunday afternoon there's a crap play on Radio 4.

Peeved? Just a tad.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Tue 6 May 2008, 10:14, 6 replies)

Just a little one
But it really really annoys me.

"Nothink"

"Somthink"

These words end in a g. Not a k. you wouldn't type it with a k, (or you might - see below) so why pronounce it with one?

I immediately assume anyone who pronounces 'nothink' to be an idiot. This further annoys me as I don't wish to judge people on such small things. I grew up in the midlands, and so I understand that the way you speak may not reflect your intelligence, but say 'nothink' around me and I will assume you have the IQ of a dim-witted hamster who has just chewed through your own leg.

It's worse than a mains electric shock or a dose of malaria, every time I hear it.
( TheAlmightyBeev, Tue 6 May 2008, 10:12, 4 replies)