Gin, what heinous crime have you committed that you might be sent to Hull? Seriously, have you ever been? The place stinks of fish, shit and cocoa and that's just the nice bits. A large proportion of my bessie friends live there and say the same.
Cunty, you mad ole differ, you know I heart you muchly. Although your reply to 'a bummer says what' was a sentence which started with 'what', so technically you are a bummer. Sorry, I don't make the rules.
Oooooh, I can see fireworks!!! I pity the fools who've paid £5 to get into the park (yes, really) to see them and be harassed by chav teens at the same time, when I can sit here and watch 'em for free in the comfort of my own home.
Aw, Camel, don't get the hump (HA! HA!) Want to join me in Menkul Corner where we can rock violently and weep over the teeny-tiny clothes I stole from John Lewis earlier? (I didn't really) I am so inured to feeling like an abject failure through every-bloody-one winning baybees and getting top jobs/luxury homes/PhDs/book deals, etc., that it all washes over me now. My tip? Just give up those last shreds of self-respect and hope and everything gets so much easier... It's the British way you know, Old Chum
PS Was a bit trembly-lipped earlier, full of grotesque self-pity, thinking 'I've been too ill to ever achieve anything I wanted but it wouldn't matter if I could be a mum. And I bet my bad luck means I won't achieve even that. Waaaah'.