To hope this pathetic imature little arse shits the bed tonight

[Rogerbacon]

I got some cheese triangles today and when I came to open one I noticed the little red tag that you use to peel the tinfoil off was missing as was all the tags on the other triangles

What kind of twisted person cuts of the little pully tags on cheese triangles?
They are tricky to open at the best of times

You lucky thing - that sounds amazing. I hope you have a fantastic time.

If you ever get the chance to go south, do it - urges DH. He found it a life-changing experience

Apparently, he saw it as a piece of graffiti Talc - maybe there were a lot of disillusioned yoofs going around spray painting the saying all over the country, back in the day?

I'm off to Wiki....

The album's title derives from stenciled graffiti painted along Bayswater Road in London, created by an anarchist group.For Albarn, the phrase reflected the "rubbish" of the past that accumulated over time, stifling creativity. Albarn told journalist John Harris in 1993 that he thought the phrase was "the most significant comment on popular culture since 'Anarchy in the UK'"

^^ From Wiki.

Talc is the graffiti on the train to London Bridge? Dartford/Lewsham line? I'm sure I've seen it. There's a bit just after Blackheath that says/said "Be Happy :-)"

Am rather thinking of it, Talc

Ds is begging me not to- it's just schtoooooopid, apparently

mind you, I went out in some purple shoes the other day and he begged me not to do that, either

Tufty - er, no. My bit of graffiti was on a wall in Portsmouth. Not nearly so edgy and cool.

But it was there in the mid-to-late 80s - so maybe we're hipper down here than you'd think

Maybe Portsmouth was a bit of a trend-setter?

used to live in Havant, so obviously I will concur that everything in that general area was way cool back in the day

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I do feel that I should apologise to RogerBacon for the grossly impertinent thread derailing that has taken place here. I take full responsibility and will be going outside to self-flagellate in a minute.

I can understand you anger with the cheese triangles tabs. There is an unspoken ecstasy in a cheese triangle that emerges from its shroud intact and pristine.

It is almost comparable to opening one's jar of coffee and finding....the foil has been broken

I sat at Portsmouth port? for 2 hours once,when I was 17. I'd been camping in the IOW. I don't live in S.London anymore. We live with the sheep now. The only bit of graffiti I've seen here was in chalk and it said Lucy loves Juan.

Jack what is your DS begging you not to do?

OP. Write to the Daily Mail. It's a national scandal. Morepeople should be made aware.

Well Alex James is a cheese farmer now

I take responsibility for the Antarctic diversion

but the Modern Life is Rubbish bit was probly Talc's fault

Nicely done, bronzey

Brian, me and my sister used to fight, really fight over who got to break the foil on the coffee jar. We, as children, didn't drink it, obviously, and my parents weren't heavy coffee drinkers. It was chaos to bring a new jar of coffee into the house.

ooh, that's neat, bronze

you might come to the attention of HQ

...Tufty ds is begging me not to go to South Georgia/Antarctica, amongst many many other things. The other day I had to go and see his tutor at school and he begged me- nay, implored me- not to talk to him at the bus stop

it's his age, bless him

I thought it was good too Talc

Well Jack if you go to Antarctica I'll can I come?

Don't talk to me at the bus stop though ok? Wait till we're on the plane.

Tufty - I think we should all go. A nice day out, like.

I'll bring the egg sandwiches and Tree Top.

oh, let's

we can talk, Tufty- but only quietly and sideways in manner of ventriloquist

next time he does it, I'm going to scream "BUT I GAVE YOU LIFE" in front of all his friends

"bedshittage" has me giggling like an idiot. It's been a long day.

day 48. -59 degrees

The blizzard still rages. We remain cheerful, and yet I fear we cannot hold out much longer. The oil is low so we cannot top up the thermos, and due to frostbite, Finch cannot get the lid off the Pringles

ooh, apparently am off to bed

will quickly assume rest position before frozen solid for the night

n'night, all triangular cheesy polar Modern Life Is Rubbish peeps

You're going outside, Jack - you may be some time.

Then we can eat you.

Talc we can make Egg and Jack sandwiches. Then, we can cash in on the great idea and sell the concept to Golden Wonder and become millionaires.

Top a the world ma!

Sleep tight Jack, don't let the snow bugs eat you.

Hmm. I think, on the whole, that if we still had egg sandwiches left, I'd be a teensy bit reluctant to start on the human flesh

Reminds me of an old Not The Nine O'Clock News sketch - survivors of a plane crash in the jungle were talking about their horror and disgust at having to eat the airline food to survive. They'd already eaten the other passengers and crew.