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Home baking is killing bakers Home growing is killing supermarkets and farmers Home brewing is killing pubs Home shopping is killing checkout operators Home decorating is killing painters and decorators Home hair styling is killing hair dressers Home cooking is killing restaurants and take-aways Home cleaning is killing cleaners Home sexual practices is killing prostitution…
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My Neighbour’s Cock from stegzy gnomepants on Vimeo. My neighbour is always getting his cock out at the back of my house. So I went and filmed it so I can prove it to you unbelievers. Disgusting behaviour. Answers to comments to this post through LJ may be delayed.
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So this weekend saw the start of the Geocaching season for me. Ok, technically it was a few weeks ago when I went mooching round Wooley Edge and bagged two caches while trying out new software. Zoe and I decided to start out with some easy ones to get us back into the swing of…
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So this weekend saw the start of the Geocaching season for me. Ok, technically it was a few weeks ago when I went mooching round Wooley Edge and bagged two caches while trying out new software. Zoe and I decided to start out with some easy ones to get us back into the swing of…
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> The news that a school is banning ties and the news that stepping stones might be bad for your health has really got my blood pressure up of late. I blame the litigious society we now live in. I hold my hand up now and confess that in the mid 1990’s I helped to…
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> Margaret Thatcher had her gardening. John Major had his soap box. Tony Blair and Gordon Brown; cups of tea with grass root voters. What would swing me? Well a pint with me in my local would probably help….. I’ve blogged before on how little contact my local political representatives have made to the people…
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Dear student, Trying to sound like you iz a gangsta from da ghetto an ting an shit when you iz in yo’ mid twenties, white an middle class an shit an ting; just makes yo sound like a knob head an shit skin blud yo. Respec’ n shit, Yo’ homie Gnomepantz
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Last night I thought I’d watch some TV. So I picked up the TV guide and thumbed through it with the express intention of finding something to watch. My head exploded with despair. After I picked up the pieces of skull and brain I had splattered all over the living room I analysed the scheduled…
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