Me and my trusty notebook (by which I mean a spiral-bound paper thing) have fought dangers untold and trials unnumbered (and the painful LJ mechanism for reading poll results) and added up scores ( Read more... )

Having recently spent a little time investigating new cookers, I am curious to know your opinion on the ignition buttons on gas hobs. Your answer is unlikely to affect my cooker-purchasing actions, but having discovered in the pub last night what an unexpectedly polarising question this is, I'm now curious...

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Why yes, the day's work has left me mildly hysterical, thank you for asking.

Imagine yourself in a situation where you are feeling very nauseous, but wish to eat something. (Perhaps because of medical advice, perhaps because you know it will make you feel better, perhaps because of medication - whatever situation might make that set of circumstances true for you.)

Now, o LJ, tell me...

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And now, more important things.

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G'morning, LJ. Shall we play a game? It's been a while ( Read more... )

Enquiring minds wish to know...

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Of course, the other day's question about my leftover red wine missed the most important detail. So did I until now. There was me worrying about red wine when there was also leftover prosecco in the fridge (slack bastards, my dinner guests, never finish anything ( Read more... )

On account of, since Thursday night, a work Christmas party (cava, cocktails, wine, cocktails), a friend's party (champagne, champagne, champagne), a pre-Christmas dinner with friends (prosecco, red wine, port) and a pub quiz (beer), I feel like I ought to let my liver have a little rest ( Read more... )