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This week I shall mostly be disliking "Bachelorette".
The word, people, is maiden.

Due to bad editing I put something wholely inappropriate here. If you want to read it then you’ll have to go to the other blog.
Alternatively, pictures of kittens!

Never mind the hows, the whys, the do you mind if I don’ts, but you can now get to this page via the exciting address of http://www.andrew-todd.org/.
There, hasn’t that made your day.

This morning saw the second edition of "mate versus mate, state versus state, date versus date". Its not quite the same reading as watching, but even if it was on live (which I doubt) I was at work from 11 to 12 this morning.
There is hope though, with a bit of luck those smashers at [...]

Is, without a doubt, Nutty Professor II. I should know, I’ve seen it twice thanks to the joy of transcontinental air travel.
Do me a favour and go and vote for it at Scaryduck’s poll. Thanks.
P.S. From our overdraft department, the Wife has discovered internet shopping from Boots. Dear lord, at this rate we will be [...]

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and bugger me if Palmer central doesn’t bear an uncanny resemblance to this web site.
I’m still aesthetically challenged according to the content free Mr Palmer, but at least I’m XHTML compliant, unlike some people I can mention.
That makes me at least one-nil on the [...]

This one is for Jonny Palmer, the man with no website.
Jon – 25-14, roll on November.

I don’t care how good the music is, I want to go and see Atomic Bitchwax on their upcoming tour. How can a band with a name that good be anything but top class?

There is a baby free zone, as previously stated, but I couldn’t resist pointing you towards the grandly titled Baby Name Inventor. Don’t like those? Well how about some boys.
This could explain why everyone in show business (predominantly from across the pond) has such a daft moniker. So, to give junior a heads up [...]

I’ve found the perfect t-shirt for Ciaran. The sad thing is, only he and I will get the joke. My other three readers will just be scratching their heads and saying "ugh?".
Still, this blog isn’t for you, its for me – so there, nerr, nerr, ne, nerr nerr.