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Behold the Tupacnicorn! Errr......!

Sheep gets stuck upside down in North Wales (with picture!): http://www.dailypost.co.uk/news/need_to_read/2012/06/20/upside-down-sheep-stuck-in-the-grass-55578-31220228/ Man exposes himself to police and shouts - "Bite my budgie!" http://www.argus.ie/news/man-exposed-himself-to-police-and-shouted-bite-my-budgie-3142442.html

My anus ain't nearly so much of a nightmare for fluff!

Sounds like an opportunity for some extra fun: Rippppppppp....! Or just get used to it that most people have their less than perfect bits. I have two bellybuttons - that has freaked a few women over the years.

I think that's an old form reborn.

I think I see a pattern developing - oh no, sorry it's just the stain spreading! And in other news - Three dodgy looking blokes seen standing outside a pub: http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/north-east-news/evening-chronicle-news/2012/06/03/suspicious-trio-spotted-in-gateshead-72703-31103777/

Sixty years notice is a bit short, yes..!

Shut and left to rot for several years then converted to offices I think - It was pretty much the entire block of Union St between St Nicholas Cemetry and the bank on the corner of St Nicholas St. Where Eduardo's leathers and the line of phone shops/timpsons are. There was a small lobby at street level but you went up to the big long lounge on the first floor for the music/club happenings.

It became that certainly - Used to be very popular with underagers back in the days of the Radar's "Creche" However the place did start out with intentions of being a more upmarket small music venue - I remember a there was fair number of Jazz bands and piano nights before it took-in other bands, then kids. IIRC it was connected with the Station Hotel when they used the entire block but when half the place was mothballed (late 80s/early 90s?), then converted to studio space it was more or less cut-off then closed. One memory of that place was passing by one night and seeing two thirteen year olds (and one of them really did look it) I worked with at the time being ejected, horizontally and steaming drunk and the smaller/younger looking of them got straight back-up and laid into one of the bouncers. - Time to walk-on!

Yes, I remember that place - Had a few majorly blasted nights in there at the time! The Gloucester Hotel also played a role in this bit of wartime derring-do. I remember being told the full story once but it escapes me just now. Old.... Age....! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norwegian_heavy_water_sabotage Also remember geting measured for new trousers by the rather "friendly" young gent in the clothes shop just by the Gloucester's door. Never again!

Just bumping this thread to mention this Campaign by Shelter Scotland: http://www.reclaimyourfees.com/ If you hsve been charged any admin/credit check/inventory/holding fees by your letting agent or landlord, they are illegal in Scotland and you can claim them back. The site helps generate all the letters you need to get the fees back and gives guidance if you need to take them to the small claims court.

Time from some old pop to balance things I think!

My two are currently in stand-off over a new box that appeared in the house - They both want to claim it!

Meanwhile, in a strange corner of the internet: http://thekittencovers.tumblr.com/

One packet only per customer please:

Yup - Despite cats generally being poor ratters, my last cat used to do really well - I didn't know I had rats until I opened the door one morning shortly after getting him to find him looking very smugly at me and the entire doorstep covered with corpses. This became a regular occurance throughout his seventeen years with me. His last catch was about ten days before his death - I looked out one morning and espite him getting very frail he was sitting in the garden, surrounded by a circle of feathers that must have been a pigeon, looking absolutely triumphant! Even a generally cat-hating neighbour made an exception for him after watching him carry a particularly large rat out of his garden - He was always made welcome from then-on! All the wee tabby brings home is flowers and the occasional mouse.

I have had a good curry and excellent chinese in Letterkenny but when it comes to sauces in general - Ireland does seem different: Interesting stuff.

My last cat - who was a murderous jet black tom, a full yard from nose to tail and weighed-in at 28 pounds but was not in any way fat used to love terrorising a neighbour's dobermans. After his reaction the first time they louped-over the low fence into "his" garden, they used to scurry for their kennel whenever they saw him. Later he discovered he could climb on to an overhanging tree branch and dominate their garden too! Another neighbour had a Boxer, who often got a scratched nose whenever he was stupid enough to stick his head through the hedge - Often heard a loud yowl, followed by a terrified yelp!

When I got the one in the first photo, she went and hid under the bed for most of the first fortnight, only emerging out in the dead of night to grab a bit to eat, use the litter tray (in a flat at the time) before scurrying back under. Needless to say this did not stop us and one night, we changed position - only to find her perched on the end of the bed, watching us intently! Next time she ventured out, she lept from the end of the bed, bounced off my arse (yae, claws!) before running round to do it again - cue her first "flying lesson"

These are my mogs: And this is the young tabby tom that comes to visit regularly and can stay for anything up to two weeks at a time: He dosen't get in the house - Tries to piss on everything!

Hmmm...?

I was recently reminded of this prime slice of 90s metal: One of the singer's more unusual party tricks was blowing up hot water bottles on stage!

My eyes, my eyes!

Seems to be spreading - Just heard "Hurricane Bawbag" used on the radio.