Archive for September, 2005

Last night’s dream

Friday, September 30th, 2005

Last night I had a dream, one line of which won’t go away.

Some of you may be familiar with the New York radio station WINS, whose slogan is “All news, all the time” (or it was, when I lived there).

Well, part of my dream was a radio station WPHL, whose slogan was “All philosophy, all the time”.

I really wish that, like many, I could remember more of my dreams. If the above is an example of what my subconscious is up to when I’m asleep, I’d probably be able to tap into it, write fiction, and make a mint.

Friday the 30th’s New Word

Friday, September 30th, 2005

…is xenoglossophobia. Read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.

Today’s Humour URL

Thursday, September 29th, 2005

Why the Milton Bradley game “Mr. Bucket” wasn’t very popular. And no, it had nothing whatever to do with Hyacinth.

Today’s new word

Thursday, September 29th, 2005


I so want to get that into a sentence three times in the next hour or two so that I’ll remember the word forever.

On the other hand, I’m afraid that if I do, it’ll creep into a sermon or a conversation with the bishop.

Today’s Medical URL

Thursday, September 29th, 2005

Watch out, the picture at the end might distress some of you.

Latest Bush joke

Tuesday, September 27th, 2005


One night, George W. Bush is tossing restlessly in his White House bed. He awakens to see George Washington standing by him. Bush asks him, “George, what’s the best thing I can do to help the country?”

“Set an honest and honorable example, just as I did,” Washington advises, and then fades away.

The next night, Bush is astir again, and sees the ghost of Thomas Jefferson moving through the darkened bedroom. Bush calls out, “Tom, please! What is the best thing I can do to help the country?”

“Respect the Constitution, as I did,” Jefferson advises, and dims from sight…………….

The third night sleep still does not come for Bush. He awakens to see the ghost of FDR hovering over his bed. Bush whispers, “Franklin, what is the best thing I can do to help the country?”

“Help the less fortunate, just as I did,” FDR replies and fades into the mist…………….

Bush isn’t sleeping well the fourth night when he sees another figure moving in the shadows. It is the ghost of Abraham Lincoln. Bush pleads, “Abe, what is the best thing I can do right now to help the country?”

Lincoln replies, “Go see a play.”

Tube notice

Tuesday, September 27th, 2005

Read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest THIS one.

Today’s Star Obituary

Monday, September 26th, 2005

is of a gay anthropologist. The headline is:

Tobias Schneebaum, Chronicler and Dining Partner of Cannibals, Dies.

Now how could you not read an obituary with that headline, I ask you!

The article is likely to expire by the end of September 2005, I fear.

A wonderful line…

Monday, September 26th, 2005

…in a book review I read this morning just cries out for quotation. The book is:

Callie Williamson, The Laws of the Roman People. Public Law in the Expansion and Decline of the Roman Republic. Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 2005. Pp. xxvii, 506; 39 tables, 4 maps. ISBN 0-472-11053-5. $75.00.

and the reviewer’s contention is that the thesis of the book is at the end not proven.

“In the end, this book has all the gory fascination of a terrible train wreck, but one in which the broken cars have split open to reveal interesting and thought-provoking contents, and the fate of the entirety in its jackknifed agony provokes very large thoughts about why the cars of the train locked together and moved at high speed in the first place — and what, in the end, causes a train to jump its tracks.”

At the quack’s AGAIN!

Friday, September 23rd, 2005

Yesterday evening, before I went to my Lodge meeting, I was putting on my socks when I noticed that there was a great big bruise on the tip of my left big toe. As a diabetic, foot health is absolutely crucial as if infection sets in you can lose the toe, foot, or even your leg. So I went to the quack this evening. Luckily, I was seen fairly quickly and by the other diabetic specialist in the practice (my own quack was seeing someone else). She looked at it, gave me a prescription for antibiotics, and said that if it gets much worse over the weekend I should go to the emergency room (A&E here). I expect I’ll lose the toenail. That’s three in two months.

The problem is that I cannot remember or place the injury anywhere. It’s possible that I kicked something, or someone stepped on my toe. But I don’t recall it. When you live in the big city it’s sometimes hard to distinguish the little shoves, pushes, and knocks from those that injure you.

I am hoping that the bruise will go down over the weekend and that the antibiotics will do their work. I have a software testing conference this week at which I am to give a co-presentation, and I should be doing time on my co-presenter’s company’s stall. However, that means lots of time on my feet.

On the positive front, I’ve just joined the British Computer Society. I feel a bit like Groucho Marx (besides the moustache) when he said “I wouldn’t join any club that would have me as a member.” There are lots of advantages, including software discounts and Computing magazine, which you get when you join. I also seem to be qualified to get a certification as an experienced IT professional. All these things help on a CV if you’re looking for consulting work. So that’s good. I’ve also got a nibble for an ISEB Founcation Course in Software Testing to be given in Wales (unsure where, but would guess Cardiff). I haven’t been in Wales in 11 years. If I get the gig, it’ll be really nice and hopefully I can do some sightseeing in the evenings.

Bush on a flag

Friday, September 23rd, 2005

They’ve got Bush’s face on flags in odd places in Germany.

I think it’s too good for ‘im.

Today’s joke

Friday, September 23rd, 2005

Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing.

He concludes by saying: “Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed.”

“OH NO!” the President exclaims. “That’s terrible!”

His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands.

Finally, the President looks up and asks, “How many is a brazillion?”

Well, I’ve survived the night

Wednesday, September 21st, 2005

and seem to be relatively OK. I do not feel shaky or anything and, although I haven’t checked my blood sugar yet, I’m sure it’s within acceptable levels.

As for pill boxes, although I don’t have time now, nor will I have time tonight, tomorrow I shall take a picture of the pill boxes I use, which come from Muji, the Japanese chain store, and post the picture here to illustrate my description below. They are little round stackable barrels which are threaded and thus can be stacked on top of each other. There is a threaded lid for the top barrel and the borrom barrel does not have threads on the bottom. I have stacked them in a pile of seven, one for each day. There are three different stacks: a morning stack, a dinner stack, and a night stack. I confused the dinner stack for the night stack last night.

The solution I have come to is this: I shall put the dinner stack on the kitchen table rather than next to the night stack. The morning stack is already there, and I have not recently forgotten to take my morning pills as I see the morning stack when I sit down for breakfast. This way, when I go for the cholesterol pills, there will be only the night stack over there and I won’t accidentally pick up the dinner stack.

I need a personal assistant, like Prince Charles has.

Blood sugar update

Tuesday, September 20th, 2005

I took my sugar level reading at 12:30 and just now, almost 1 am. The first one was 9.7 (after I ate the sweet bread with jam), and this one is 12.5. Normal is 5.1-7.1. After a meal (especially one with sugar in it), you’d expect that kind of steep rise, so I think I’ll be ok. So I’m off to bed: HWMBO has just come down to enquire about how I feel so I think I’ll be safe enough in bed.

I have transferred tomorrow morning’s diabetes pills to tomorrow evening’s pill box. I shall try to dream up a good labelling system.

Oh, PS, I hate sticking myself to take the blood sugar reading. It sucks, big time. I feel like a penny-ante Dracula.

I have just done something really stupid

Tuesday, September 20th, 2005

Occasionally I’ve forgotten to take a dose of some pill or other. Luckily there haven’t seemed to have been any ill effects from this. However, tonight, as I was preparing to go upstairs to bed, I went to take my cholesterol pill as usual before retiring. Instead, I chugged down tomorrow night’s complement of two diabetes pills. They are kept in similar pillboxes next to each other and while I looked at it, and saw the diabetes pills in it, they didn’t register. As I was replying to another ljer’s comment somewhere, I suddenly realised that I’d taken the wrong pills. I went and took the cholesterol pill, but it was too late for the other two.

I am aware of the danger of this: my blood sugar could get dangerously low. I have eaten a sweet Caribbean bread, toasted, with jam. I think this should be OK but I am going to stay awake for a while, just in case.

I need to label one of the two pill boxes so that this does not happen again. I suppose it’s carelessness on my part; I’ve been taking pills morning and night for 13 years now. However, this is the first time I’ve taken the wrong pills at the wrong time. What a pain! I have work tomorrow, and dinner tomorrow night with the neighbouring vicar and his partner. Thursday evening is my Lodge evening. I so do not need this danger and aggravation right at the moment.

I hate pills. I effing hate having to live my life taking pills.

Interests meme

Tuesday, September 20th, 2005

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Enter your LJ user name, and 10 interests will be selected from your interest list.

Result: I have no interests.

Last night and today

Tuesday, September 20th, 2005

Last night I was one of the co-chairs for the Southwark election to the House of Laity of the C of E General Synod. It was quite interesting. Besides two troglodytes (on whom I would not piss if they were on fire) the rest of the candidates ranged from the barely vocal to the very erudite. I made my choices this morning: there are 16 people running for 7 places, and I used my transferable vote to rank 10 out of the 16, and did not bother with the rest. As Chair, of course, I couldn’t ask questions or make rude comments. However, when one of the troglodytes mentioned that Bp. Gene Robinson had left his wife for his male lover (he didn’t meet his current partner until well after he had divorced his wife) I wanted to give him a smack upside the head.

Of course, when this “gentleman” mentioned that when he had spoken with the Dean of Southwark (a stalwart liberal) about what the troglodytes would do if woman bishops were consecrated in the C of E, the Dean told him “you can bugger off”. I agree with the Dean. And the sooner they bugger off, the better.

There is one candidate from my Deanery; she is also a dual US/UK citizen, but from Virginia, and is a very straightforward liberal candidate. I do hope she gets elected. We will know the results sometime after October 1st.

This morning, when I got the post, there was a questionnaire from London Energy asking me to fill it out to tell them why I had switched electricity providers. I had done no such thing! So I called London Energy and they told me that British Gas was now my electricity supplier. British Gas has an appalling customer service record, and I wasn’t about to let them get their hands on my money. So I called the numbers for British Gas that London Energy gave me. I was on hold (on a local-rate phone number) for 10 minutes before a so-called “customer service representative”, Sue, answered. She couldn’t help me, but promised to connect me to the Erroneous Transfer Office! Seemingly they have so many erroneous transfers that they need a whole office full of people to deal with them. After another 10-minute wait, she came on and chirped that she couldn’t get through; could she take my details so they could call me back? I demanded to speak with her supervisor. After another 1 or 2-minute hold, Marie came on. I said, “It seems that some scam artist has tried to transfer my electricity account without my knowledge.” She indignantly denied that they did any such thing, confident in the surety that someone in the household had signed the contract. I told her to wise up, and she asked for my name (again), and then HWMBO’s name. Oh. It seemed that neither of our names was the one on the contract. I told her that it was her fault (just to rub it in; I was incandescent by this point) that this happened and that it was to be reversed immediately. She said, “We will reverse the transfer, and you should be back with London Energy within 6 to 8 WEEKS.” (emphasis mine!) I was livid! She told me to ignore any material that British Gas sent me, but that they would send me a letter within ten days confirming that the transfer would be reversed. I wouldn’t have to pay them a thing.

Of course, the cost of my time, and the cost of the telephone bill are not covered. So I’m still out of pocket because their shyster salesperson got the flat number wrong on the contract. I still think they do it on purpose and hope that people don’t notice.

On that cheery news I went to the gym.

From “Naked Boy Chronicles”

Monday, September 19th, 2005

comes this lovely Dubya joke:

Q: What’s Dubbya’s stand on Roe vs. Wade?
A: He doesn’t care how you get out of New Orleans

Naked Boy Chronicles

Golden Girls??

Monday, September 19th, 2005

Blanche Devereaux
Which Golden Girl Are You?

10 funniest jokes, as judged by ship-of-fools readers

Sunday, September 18th, 2005

You may remember that I occasionally do Mystery Worship visits for the Ship of Fools religious humour site. Well, they’ve recently done a survey on the 10 funniest religious jokes and the ten most offensive religious jokes. However, I laughed at each one of them. The funny jokes are here, while the offensive jokes are here

Love that grauniad

Saturday, September 17th, 2005

I’ve downgraded the “G” from a capital letter as the guardian itself seems to have done the same and spells itself “theguardian”.

In todays “Corrections and clarifications” we find the following:

“In our obituary of the pioneering photographer and pilot Anne Noggle, we attributed to her the most unlikely job of dust-cropping. Crop-dusting was what we meant.”

Much better than “etaoin shrdlu”, innit?

After the quack, hypoglycemia

Friday, September 16th, 2005

I went to the quack last Tuesday for my 6 month checkup. After a lot of toing-and-froing trying to find the records of my last blood test in the computer and finally getting St. Thomas’s Hospital to fax them in, we discovered that my blood sugar level (on average) was 9.2 over the 4 week period before May. Worrisome when the “normal” range is 5.1-7.1 or so. So she changed my medications: out with the Avandia, in with something-starting-with-gly- .

I started taking them (2 per day, breakfast and dinner) Tuesday night. Wednesday, in late morning, I felt a bit shaky and had to eat something to get my blood sugar up. Thursday morning I woke up at about 4 am feeling odd. I got up and noticed that I had the shakes a bit. So I went downstairs and tried to take my blood sugar, but because of the nerves I couldn’t get a good enough blood sample. I drank a Danone Actimel drink and felt OK a few minutes later. Nearly the same thing happened this morning, but I was successful at taking the blood sugar reading: 5.4. Somewhat on the low end of normal. Another Actimel. This afternoon, after being on the exercise bike for 45 minutes at the gym, I began to feel shaky again. I had to eat an energy bar.

Pattern: I think that the new medication is too strong for me. However, I’ll have to have some history of blood testing behind me before I go back to the quack and demand that my medication be adjusted. So I will have to test myself every time this happens at home. I hate this as it involves a pen-like object shooting a lancet into the ball of your finger, then squeezing a drop of blood onto a test strip in a machine.

On the other measurement fronts, all my liver and kidney function is OK, but my blood pressure was up (160 over 91) and my cholesterol was slightly high at 5.1 (5 is the optimal upper limit for a diabetic). Taking my blood pressure at home has afforded readings that culminated in 124 over 81 last night. So I think it’s white-coat syndrome in the doctor’s office. As for the cholesterol, it could be that we’ve started to have butter instead of margarine. Wotta world, eh? I feel like I can’t eat anything anymore. As my mother said just before she died of a heart attack but after she went on a crash diet, “You wouldn’t want to eat here anymore.” because of the dietary austerity.

However, I made meat loaf with Cream of Mushroom soup frosting, mashed potatoes (made with a ricer, of course), and peas tonight. More cholesterol (although there was lots of rendered fat in the pan that didn’t get into me). Oh, well.

Oh, and that little unpleasantness I had after I returned from India? It was viral, not bacterial. They couldn’t culture anything from the sample I provided. I wonder where I caught it and what it was.

Friday is meme day

Friday, September 16th, 2005

and today’s meme comes from , who is a real sweetheart, adorable as all getout, and a new Californian by way of Savannah and Connecticut.

1. Reply with your name and I’ll respond with something random about you.
2. I’ll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I’ll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I’ll say something that only makes sense to you and me. (This possibly will not apply to all).
5. I’ll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I’ll ask you something that I’ve always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.

No one is tagged by this meme, by the way; those who answer may request that #8 be ignorable (is that a word?) and that’s fine.

My brain seems to have a pattern…who knew?

Friday, September 16th, 2005
Your Brain’s Pattern

You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.
You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.
People may say you’re hard to read, but that’s because you’re so internally focused.
But when you do share what you’re thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.
What Pattern Is Your Brain?

Wotta guy

Thursday, September 15th, 2005

I don’t follow American sports anymore, as it’s too difficult to get any news about them here (I just took a look at the Sports Illustrated website and I see that the Red Sox are still in first place in their division. Go Sox!) However, this story shows why at least one NBA player is a hero in my book.

The new Berliner-sized <i>Grauniad</i>

Wednesday, September 14th, 2005

The Guardian (otherwise known as the Grauniad because of its love affair with the typo and malapropism, decided a few years ago that it had to change its format from broadsheet (quite large by US standards…larger than the NY Times) to something else. The tabloid format didn’t appeal because to carry all the job ads they needed to carry in order to survive (its Wednesday edition carries almost every social service and public sector job advertised in the United Kingdom) they’d have to print 250 pages in tabloid format (about the same size as the NY Daily News). So they settled on the so-called “Berliner” size, named after the fact that newspapers in Berlin first used the size. If you can get European newspapers such as Le Monde or El Pais in your area, they are printed in Berliner size.

The first Berliner-sized Grauniad was published Monday. I bought it, as I normally do, and discovered that in the magazine section G2 the daily Doonesbury cartoon had disappeared. Shock! Horror! While I value the Grauniad for other reasons, I figured I’d have to venture onto the ‘net to get my daily fix, just as I do with For Better or for Worse.

Today, the third day into the new format, a notice appeared on the back page next to the other cartoon (Steve Bell, who does most of the Grauniad’s political cartoons and is a genius.) It reads:

“Where’s Doonesbury? Thanks to an outcry by fans of Garry Trudeau, his cartoon strip is making a return. There will be a catch-up omnibus of this week’s Doonesbury in G2 on Friday and the strip will return daily from Monday. For a full explanation by the fool who dropped it, see page 3.”

Truer words were never printed.

HWMBO does not like the new Grauniad. I told him, “If you can find a broadsheet version of the Grauniad, go ahead and buy it. Right now, this is the only newspaper going and I don’t want to have to get used to another one. I had to get used to the Grauniad after dropping the Times because it censored Chris Patten’s book on Hong Kong. One newspaper change in a city is enough.”


Tuesday, September 13th, 2005

Zhu ni cheng ri kuai le,
Zhu ni cheng ri kuai le,
Zhu ni cheng ri kuai le, ,
Zhu ni cheng ri kuai le.

Watch out if you’re burgling Lithuanian grannies’ flats

Tuesday, September 13th, 2005

There’s at least one nonagenarian who has quite a grip.

Another in the long line of lightbulb jokes

Tuesday, September 13th, 2005


1. One to deny that a light bulb needs to be changed.
2. One to attack the patriotism of anyone who says the light bulb needs to be changed.
3. One to blame Clinton for burning out the light bulb.
4. One to tell the nations of the world that they are either responsible for changing the light bulb or for darkness.
5. One to give a billion dollar no-bid contract to Halliburton for the new light bulb.
6. One to arrange a photograph of Bush, dressed as a janitor, standing on a stepladder under the banner: Lightbulb Change Accomplished.
7. One administration insider to resign and write a book documenting in detail how Bush was literally in the dark.
8. One to viciously smear #7.
9. One surrogate to campaign on TV and at rallies on how George Bush has had a strong light bulb changing policy all along.
10. And finally one to confuse Americans about the difference between screwing a light bulb and screwing the country,

Which science fiction writer am I?

Monday, September 12th, 2005
I am:

Isaac Asimov

One of the most prolific writers in history, on any imaginable subject. Cared little for art but created lasting and memorable tales.

Which science fiction writer are you?

I’m pleased since he is one of my favourite writers, and has been since I was a child. I met him once at a Mensa convention in New York City, and found myself walking up the stairs behind him–he had a woman on each arm, and one of his hands was on each of their butts. He was interrupted by a heckler during his speech, which made him very annoyed indeed.

Today’s Infertility URL

Monday, September 12th, 2005

So you and your your lady wife are having difficulty conceiving? Try this, especially if you like amusement parks.

Met with <lj user=”mc4bbs”> last night

Saturday, September 10th, 2005

HWMBO and I had a lovely Chinese dinner last night with and his friend Dave from Nottingham. Chaz is over here on a “Grand Tour” of England. He’ll be in Nottingham and York later on. He is only my fifth meeting with one of my Friends List members in person (the others being , , , and . Beware: is a handsome leatherman who is a Dr. Who fan. Chaz and Dave were on their way to the Hoist last night, and XXL tonight. London better watch out!

Satire, but with a bite

Saturday, September 10th, 2005

From the Borowitz Report comes the following:

September 8, 2005

Former First Lady Moved to New Location Away From Cameras, Microphones

Just days after former First Lady Barbara Bush made widely publicized remarks about people made homeless by Hurricane Katrina, the White House said today that Mrs. Bush had been moved to “a new location away from television cameras and microphones.”

Mrs. Bush, who in talking about Katrina refugees said that “This is working very well for them” and that many of them “were underprivileged anyway,” was transported to a facility where she will have plenty of food and water but no more media appearances, the White House confirmed.

“She will be much more comfortable in this new location, surrounded by armed guards on a 24-hour basis, than she was at her compound in Kennebunkport,” said White House spokesman Scott McClellan. “This is working very well for her.”

Responding to a reporter who questioned whether Mrs. Bush would be happy being uprooted from her estate, Mr. McClellan said, “She was overprivileged anyway.”

While the White House took credit for its success in relocating Mrs. Bush, some congressional critics argued that it did not act quickly enough to relocate the outspoken former First Lady.

“This was an emergency situation,” said Sen. Joseph Biden (D-Del). “They should have relocated her the minute she opened her piehole,”

For her part, the former First Lady remained out of view, but released the following official statement: “I am doing well, but I remain envious of those who were relocated after Hurricane Katrina – boy, do those folks have a sweet deal.”

Elsewhere, President Bush mourned the passing of actor Bob Denver, calling the “Gilligan’s Island” star “a great American and a role model for me personally.”

Two patented ways to make your boyfriend happy

Thursday, September 8th, 2005

First, find the keys that he thought he’d lost yesterday. I have found that this is quite effective. (He left them in the one place we didn’t look, of course).

Second, buy him some peanuts with which to feed the three squirrels who have now started to drop by for dinner.

On the subject of “Frisco”

Saturday, September 3rd, 2005

In another venue, we’ve been discussing city names and phrases that set one’s teeth on edge (such as “across the Pond”, used to refer to that great Atlantic Ocean that separates “our American cousins” from “us Limeys”). Someone mentioned that the City of San Francisco is never referred to as “Frisco” by any of the denizens thereof; it’s always “The City” (always capitalised, even in speech!). Another guy contributed this:

Years ago, back in the Hippie Era, I was driving my ’48 Chevy panel truck west from KC, headed for San Fran (I knew not to call it ‘Frisco’) and then up to Portland and Seattle. Crossing the Rockies I picked up a hitchhiker (I should make the hitchhiker a gorgeous woman, maybe even a redhead, but in reality it was another hippie road bum dude not unlike myself).

“When he answered the de rigueure hitchhiking question ‘Where ya headed?’ with the single word ‘Frisco’, I was so overjoyed to have company for the whole trip that I stifled myself from saying something like, ‘Y’know, they really don’t like it when ya call it “Frisco”‘.

“Well, it would have been moot, because about 40 miles down (or up, as it were) the road, he said, ‘OK, here’s where I’m going!’, and sure enough, there was the sign announcing the town of Frisco, COLORADO!!

List of rude place names in Britain

Saturday, September 3rd, 2005

A book called “Rude Britain” was out yesterday. It’s an illustrated list of the 100 rudest place names in Britain. For the UK-challenged, some of the names may not seem very rude to you.

They have omitted names that were once rude but are no longer, such as Grape St, which was a prostitutes’ haunt for centuries, and is short for Gropec**t Lane. There was another in the East End, and in my own Borough of Southwark (pronounced “BUR-rah of SUTH-erk”, where the “th” is voiced as in “then”) there is a Horselydown Lane near Tower Bridge…supposedly it’s a contraction of “whores-lie-down”. Southwark was known up until the 19th century as a den of iniquity, due to its many theatres, actors, and inns.

100 Jeffries Passage, Surrey
99 Prince Albert Court, Surrey
98 Nork Rise, Surrey
97 Brown Willy, Cornwall
96 Great Tosson, Northumberland
95 Trump Street, London
94 St. Mellons, Cardiff
93 Percy Passage, London
92 Booty Lane, North Yorkshire
91 Nether Wallop, Hampshire
90 Honeypot Lane, Leicestershire
89 Mudchute, London
88 Juggs Close, East Sussex
87 Cockermouth Green, Newcastle
86 Six Mile Bottom, Cambridgeshire
85 Cock and Bell Lane, Suffolk
84 Little Bushey Lane, Hertfordshire
83 Titlington Mount, Northumberland
82 Slippery Lane, Staffordshire
81 Hooker Road, Norwich
80 Cumloden Court, Dumfries and Galloway
79 Tinkerbush Lane, Oxfordshire
78 Ugley, Essex
77 Pratts Bottom, Kent
76 Ramsbottom Lane, Greater Manchester
75 Prickwillow, Cambridgeshire
74 Old Sodbury, Gloucestershire
73 Upper Dicker, East Sussex
72 Swell, Somerset
71 Bladda, Paisley
70 Snatchup, Hertfordshire
69 Spital in the Street, Lincolnshire
68 Shingay cum Wendy, Buckinghamshire
67 Pump Alley, Middlesex
66 Old Sodom Lane, Wiltshire
65 Long Lover Lane, Halifax
64 East Breast, Inverclyde
63 Dicks Mount, Suffolk
62 Staines , Surrey
61 Crapstone, Devon
60 Three Cocks, Powys
59 Feltwell, Norfolk
58 Pant, Shropshire
57 Balls Cross, West Sussex
56 Ogle Close, Merseyside
55 Friars Entry, Oxfordshire
54 North Piddle, Worcestershire
53 Mincing Lane, London
52 Bottoms Fold, Lancashire
51 Backside Lane, Oxfordshire
50 Winkle Street, Southampton
49 Wham Bottom Lane, Lancashire
48 Upperthong, West Yorkshire
47 Tosside, Lancashire
46 The Furry, Cornwall
45 Lower Swell, Gloucestershire
44 Lickers Lane, Merseyside
43 Honey Knob Hill, Wiltshire
42 Boghead, Ayrshire
41 The Bush, Buckinghamshire
40 Hill o’Many Stanes, Scotland
39 Grope Lane, Shropshire
38 Willey, Warwickshire
37 Happy Bottom, Dorset
36 Feltham Close, Hampshire
35 The Knob, Oxfordshire
34 Menlove Avenue, Liverpool
33 Titty Ho, Northamptonshire
32 Crotch Cresent, Oxfordshire
31 Blairmuckhole & Forestdyke road, Lanarkshire
30 Pant-y-Felin Road, Swansea
29 Beef Lane, Oxfordshire
28 Merkins Avenue, West Dumbartonshire
27 Pork Lane, Essex
26 Moisty Lane, Staffordshire
25 Wetwang, East Yorkshire
24 Scratchy Bottom, Dorset
23 Swallow Passage, London
22 Lickey End, Worcestershire
21 Bitchfield, Lincolnshire
20 Spanker Lane, Derbyshire
19 Rimswell, East Riding of Yorkshire
18 Lickfold, West Sussex
17 Dick Court, Lanarkshire
16 Beaver Close, Surrey
15 Fanny Avenue, Derbyshire
14 Cockshoot Close, Oxfordshire
13 Inchinnan Drive, Renfrewshire
12 Fanny Hands Lane, Lincolnshire
11 Hole of Horcum, North Yorkshire,
10 Slag Lane, Merseyside
9 Shitterton, Dorset
8 Back Passage, London
7 Fingringhoe, Essex
6 Muff, Northern Ireland
5 Sandy Balls, Hampshire
4 Twatt, Orkney
3 Bell End, Birmingham
2 Minge Lane, Worcestershire
1 Cocks, Cornwall

Keeps your breath fresh as a virgin’s prayer…

Friday, September 2nd, 2005

I obviously have too much time on my hands, as I came upon this product accidentally…er…that might be a good line for the previous product, I suppose. I doubt that her charities get a cut from the sales of the stuff, though.

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Friday, September 2nd, 2005

You can get a free sample of their product if you are willing to fill out an intimate pole…er…poll.