Quote: chipolata @ January 26 2011, 10:04 AM GMT*chortles even harder at thought of yet more Stott-bashing from Godot*
I think if we met in real life it would quickly descend into cuddles and half hearted f**king. He'd then tell me, in no uncertain terms, why I was a terrible lover.
Quote: Nogget @ January 26 2011, 7:03 AM GMThttp://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b00y44v8/Baking_Made_Easy_Modern_Classics/
It's such a good programme! She cooks everything good ever!
Quote: Scatterbrained Floozy @ January 26 2011, 11:01 AM GMTShe cooks everything good ever!
Pardon?
Quote: Rob H @ January 26 2011, 9:41 AM GMTAgreed. I was actually a little bit, well, sad on Monday. But thought last night's was a bit bloody ridiculous. They really do need to get back to cutting bodies sometime soon.
Yeah, I don't really like them galivanting in foreign lands either!
The Princess Bride on Fiver. I wish I'd known this was on as I've missed most of it.
The National Television Awards. I wish I'd known this was on, I've could have missed most of it.
Quote: Nil Putters @ January 26 2011, 9:27 PM GMTThe National Television Awards. I wish I'd known this was on, I've could have missed most of it.
Robocop. 
Quote: zooo @ January 26 2011, 10:21 PM GMTRobocop.
Robocop is brilliant! educate your self. Bloody kids!
The sick face was about the scene where he gets shot to bits at the beginning! It's grosssssss.
Quote: zooo @ January 26 2011, 10:29 PM GMTThe sick face was about the scene where he gets shot to bits at the beginning! It's grosssssss.
Well ok then. I'll let you off. But I got my eye on you young Miss Zooo. 
*salutes*
Just watching a rerun of Would I lie to you? on Dave and Claudia Winkleman was answering questions about her goldfish (called rabbit and cat).
It struck me that if I'd been asked what the name of my goldfish was on such a show I'd be involved in a race row in the papers the next day. Don't ask me why but I named my goldfish...Sambo.
Quote: Matthew Stott @ January 26 2011, 10:10 AM GMTI think if we met in real life it would quickly descend into cuddles and half hearted f**king. He'd then tell me, in no uncertain terms, why I was a terrible lover.
That's a very, very strange thing to say.
Silkwood.
No one ever told me it was about nooclear accidents! I love nooclear accidents.