*blames her annoying randomly clicky mouse*
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I often accidently subscibe to threads that way!
Oh yes, I've done that.
Cheeky bastards.
http://drawglueglittermake.blogspot.com/2011/01/claires-accessories-have-copied-me.html
Can't believe they didn't even change it the teeniest bit to avoid being sued/accused of copying. Sillies.
I read about that too! Really not good.
I hope they don't get away with it completely, just because they are a big company vs one person.
She can surely do something, it's about if she chooses to try I guess.
Quote: zooo @ January 19 2011, 3:23 PM GMThttps://www.comedy.co.uk/forums/thread/1
Cor, Colin Cliffe was in for the long haul wasn't he!
I think they've been caught out by this before, it was either them or someone similar.
That Pub they use in the "Fosters Comedy on four" bits is my old local
I wouldn't have recognized it if I hadn't been told, it's been tarted up a bit.
All good pubs have a few tarts.
Quote: Steve Sunshine @ January 20 2011, 11:14 PM GMTThat Pub they use in the "Fosters Comedy on four" bits is my old local
Quote: Ben @ January 20 2011, 11:17 PM GMTAll good pubs have a few tarts.
One less now. 
I was in Subway earlier and after finishing my sub and a drink I still felt peckish so I thought I'd get three of their cookies for £1. Just before I got up I asked myself whether I really needed to get them as we're in the post-Christmas, pre-pay day, obviously skint phase.
I then thought that I could get a scratch card instead and then I might just win something and would at least be donating something to charity should there be no prize.
I pondered further...
Why not just save the money. A pound in my pocket is better than in someone elses especially as we're short at the moment but those cookies are really nice too. I will at least enjoy them and know I got something for my money. But my waistline was saying no - in that sense I certainly didn't need them.
As it was the cookies had the greater pull than a scratch card or saving the money. The likelihood of losing of the money and having nothing was too depressing and that feeling was more prevalent than the potential good I was doing for charity. I guess lining Camelot's pockets was what was putting me off.
Bloody hell - this is a quid we're talking about. I just thought it interesting how my conscience was pricked in a way that I could make money, and contribute to society but ultimately overruled by hunger and a quick taste fix.
Sigh...
Fuumble
BCG's most philosophical sad sack is struck by existential angst when contemplating the choice of cookie, scratchard or saving.
Sadly he has mistaken his Subway for Bristol and is murdered for his socks.
His wife as ever isn't sympathetic.