Mr Hot, Mr Black….

While house hunting this weekend I came across the funniest shop in the world. All I can ask is ‘on what?’. On rye?

Meanwhile this has to be a jackass-esque challenge.

I think I have found my house in London. It’s in Barnsbury and is worryingly close to Malik. (and Alan/Elly which I’m less concerned about). See here to believe the proximity. Malik has just over one week of peace and solitude till my possible arrival. Flat is a good size and the people are nice, no limps or wierd twitches to be found.

On a more controversial note - has any Iraqis noticed that one of their PoW’s has escaped and now works for a creditcard company?

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US PoW

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Hanky

And while we watch the B-2’s dropping their load, let’s get out a pallet of beers and start the Gulf War II drinking game.

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