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Marmite, Parsnips, Aubergines and Eggs. All belong in a box labelled “DANGER: HAZARDOUS TO HEALTH” and locked in a lead lined vault built into Rockall and forgotten about until the world ends. Eggs especially. I’ve never been fond of eggs. I’ve always been suspicious about something that comes out of a chickens bottom. Ah! You
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I have a theory. As some may know I love a good conspiracy theory. Sometimes I’m spot on other times I’m waaaaaaay off the mark. But recently I’ve thought of nothing else so I guess I’ll share it here. Let me begin by outlining two “issues” in Britainland ™ today. Firstly, there is a housing
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Just because you get my inferior superior’s inferior superior to tell me the data should be there, doesn’t mean it is.
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Oh dear. Looks like Britain is suffering from a case of the stupids. I can sympathise but, as I see it, all this panicking will do is just reduce the price of the stockmarket shares and bring about financial instability. Links to: BBC News article about Northern Rock.
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I have several cook books from the 1970’s. Their garish photographs are usually enough to put any prospective cook off food for life. Was all food in the 70’s plastic coated and brightly coloured? I think Fanny Craddock’s influence did more damage to home cooking than Anthony Worral-Thompson. However I had a craving for sweet
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This morning i’ve had my induction to the library. This must be the sixth time I’ve been inducted to a library, not counting those I witnessed in my old jobs. The only difference I can see is the way they access online e-journals. Give me Athens any day! Device: SonyEricssonK800i/R1GB001
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