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My god, it's made you numb.

I think my last one (number 3) was Moderna. Nothing happened afterwards, I think everyone reacts differently, just the luck of the draw.

Your ancestors sensibly hid when the vikings raided, his hung about batting their eyelids, female ancestors as well.

I wasn't in my area, I was in my mates' area recovering from drinking the night before.

Foot pump and Draper pencil gauge. I had to renew it as they wear a bit and under read after a few years (I use it every day nearly). I bought three together last time and they all read the same, but my old one was 2 or 3lbs lower every time compared to them.

When my mate Charlie still lived in Essex he had a Yamaha DTR125 and a classic Suzuki 500 2 stroke which he commuted down the M11 on. I would know if he was ahead of me in the morning as I could smell the 2 stroke oil. Sure enough I'd catch up with him wedged up some lorry's back side slip streaming it if he was on the 125 because he didn't have the oomph to pass it, or flying along on the old 500 thing. They both self destructed eventually and he switched back to using his GSXR1100 for work duties.

Look what I saw in someone's garden this morning whilst out for a stroll. Two of them as well!

Watched a band called the Blarneys last night, you name, they'll play it, vast range. There's a bloke called Wag who plays violin/fiddle for them. He's got to be nearly 80 and lives in sheltered accommodation around the corner to the club I saw him in last night, I swear he has started to look younger since I last saw him.

How cool is this

I've got this at work tomorrow And this at home before and after work.

I've just increased my vast tea stocks with a trip to Costco.

The cash machine was in Brick Lane and I just thought, who would risk using that and felt compelled to take a picture. How would you even spot if it had been interfered with. The record was for sale, part of the scummer market in Sclater Street, the place where people just turn up and lay a few items down on the pavement in the hope of selling them. Usually items such as a single shoe (Bob?), secondhand polishing cloths (Pete?). It was only when I looked at the photo I realised the title on the record and the cover don't match. Plays alright though....I mean probably plays alright.

I'm sure it will set up somewhere else. Lot of work wasted otherwise.

I won't tell all, but at one point there was an egg on the deck of a ship and when I stuck my head into it, I couldn't see anything outside the egg, just lots of stars inside. I called out and suddenly a friend's head appeared inside with me as I had disappeared from their view to them, you can only see other people's heads and golden hands when you have the head sets on.

Dali was excellent, the virtual reality part at the end is a bit overwhelming, loved it.

That's the jobbie. I'm off to my friends' house tonight for a double birthday celebration, then up early on Sunday morning to get the bus and tube to Brick Lane with them. Roads are all shut in London tonight and tomorrow AND where I live 50 miles away for some stupid bicycle race, so no way can we drive or ride in. Dali is at mid day. Apparently there is an Australian couple on holiday meeting us there and I have to amaze them afterwards with Jack the Ripper facts and show them the local yahoos spray painting the railway viaduct. I may have to make some stuff up, show them Jack's old disabled bay, or Mary Kelly's favourite take away.

Take him home!!! I'm still trying to learn his bloody name. I say the word kibbutz over and over again in my head, it's actually something like Janutz and that's how I remember. He claims it is their version of Ian, but he'll say anything to stay on a cushy number like this one.

No, but we do have one, I will try and get a picture of him next time I'm there.

I'm going to see a Dali type exhibition thing doodah. I loves a drippy clock me.

I now have my own Romanian Stan Laurel.