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Dr Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog (Dr Horrible tries to get in to the Evil League of Evil). Originally a series of blogs, stitched together into a dvd about 45 minutes long. I think it was the first superhero thing where I've ever put down the other thing I've been doing and concentrated on it. I'd give it a solid 7/10 and would watch again. Oh yes, and it's a sort of musical.

27th December, 1831 After having been twice driven back by heavy southwestern gales (and delayed due to 'drunkenness'), Her Majesty's ship Beagle, a ten-gun brig, under the command of Captain Fitz Roy, R. N., sailed from Devonport on the 27th of December, 1831.

I had a few Alabama 3 albums too. Not everyone's cup of whiskey admittedly, but hey, each to their own. I'm guessing I shouldn't be going out record shopping during January.

Having had crap jumpers for quite a few years from my mother in law I thought I'd get quite specific. To the point where I bought this album, gave it to my wife for her to give to her mum to give to me for Christmas. Sure enough, this year I got Dub Serial by Joe Gibbs. But I also got a crap, tight, sky blue jumper. You'd think after 26 years she'd query why she's never ever seen me wear a single one of the jumpers she's bought me. But the album is just great. Plus my neighbour is away for Christmas, so I'm testing the speakers with this beaut.

artwork looks really interesting I'm hoping for something stoner / psychedelic / wonderfully repetitive it's a risk though, Rob tends more towards the Led Jovi / Def Sabbath end of things I'll youtube it later

The 'banishing' could easily be done by 'nature' 'mother earth' 'the spirit of the wild' 'native american ghosts' 'jehu'. Let's not get overly literal. Words are for conveying ideas. I can see the body of earth rejecting the grit in its eye or the cancer in its belly or however else you want to flower up the language. Hell, if you really took a long toke, you could possibly even imagine an argument where Adam and Eve weren't actually two people, but 'the people'. It fits perfectly well with today's crisis.

yeah but it was a few days after Christmas and all the photoshop guys had knocked off, so he's a technical 2016 plus the alcohol meant it was 3rd January before he started to go cold or, you could argue it was less than a year ago but yes you're right

I know. I just posted a copy of it.

yeah, let's get this thread back on track

More of a park bushes kinda guy?

Unfortunately, 1.3 billion Chinese want a tiny taste of what we have. As do 1.2 billion in India. 182 million Pakstanis, 156 million Bangladeshis, 175 million Nigerians, 82 million Egyptians....Ethiopians, Mexicans, Vietnamese, Congolese.... Whilst we have laptops and take away coffees we cannot preach. We have a way to go yet. Riding a bike to work (wearing your special bike riding clothes, garmin and GoPro shit) will not do it,. it's just make you feel like one of the less bad bastards.

Well strictly speaking, that's Sully Island in the photo, but you can see one from the other so, hey, it's Christmas.

Boxing Day and New Year's Day swims up soon. It's something that's really taken off recently. Six or eight years ago we'd do it with the surf life saving club the kids were in and there would be a couple of dozen of us on the beach. Last couple of years there's been literally thousands on the beach. I still go to the New Year's one for the spectacle, a bracing walk and a bit of cake, but I'm too soft for being cold and wet, and Boxing Day is now strictly for drinking port and eating cheese n chocolates.

this evening's sunset almost nobody on the beach I loves a bit of winter when the coast is all but deserted

1 sellotape dispenser - absolute revelation 2 when the scissors just slip along the wrapping paper

In 30 years I've never known it be anything but 35 to 37 hours official. More if you want to 'get on'. But yes, agree on the point about productivity. People will expand tasks to fill the time. I'm lucky to work somewhere small and privately owned. When there's a shed load of work, I do a shed load of hours. This last week, I rolled in late, went home early and Thursday lunchtime declared I'd see everyone in the New Year as I'd 'finished'. It's quite impressive how tasks can be turned around when it's finish and home, rather than finish at 5:30 regardless. ----- In other news, I've just been to the supermarket. Definitely quieter than expected. The staff were pulling down the Christmas decorations and peeling the star and snowlflake stickers off the windows! I reckon by mid afternoon there'll be displays of easter eggs.

As the year drags its sorry arse to a conclusion, and as Charlie Brooker struggles to find any material at all for his News Wipe (!) it's time to review... Good Stuff: I thought the Euro's were great. That Belgium game was seminal. One nipper successfully dispatched to Uni. Attended a few good gigs. Villa turning a corner and winning a few games. I've just had possibly the world's finest ever fish n chips. I mean, properly the best ever. No gravy, I'm not a pervert. There's still at least one woman in this world that will voluntarily touch my penis. I gambled on spending big money to fix my car. For it to be the right financial call, the car had to go trouble free to December. It did. Barry Town getting to a cup final. Our first as a wholly fan owned club. Bad Stuff: The obvious stuff. Bombs and shit.

work finished shopping done pub lunch

You've got to have a dream.

We're the world's second largest arms exporter now. It's going to be part of Sajid Javid's British Oath that we have to respect each other, live in harmony and push for the number one bomb exporter spot by next Christmas.