Tonight at 1830 GMT. It was much funnier than the first episode broadcast last week.

[Rab] Usual tme, usual place. I'll be the one wearing a pink mink.

... and I'll be cunningly disguised as a bricklayer's mate.

[Btd] Well, I found it worth while, though it would really be up to whoever knows me to judge the effect, if any. [Chalky] Do you remember what group it was? There are a lot of these things (perhaps less so now than ten or twenty years ago), and yards of self-help books in all the bookshops. I expect that Sturgeon's Law applies. I'll write more when I have time this evening.

Probably won't be along this evening since I've a lot on at work today, what with the three day week and all.

Apologies for uselessness but what's the "usual" time? 8ish?

Alas, I'll be working out in the gym. Then I'm chasing mice and putting doors up.

[Boolbar] If you put the doors up first, you can then shut them and therefore won't have so far to chase the mice. Also (if the mice co-operate) can the chase not be part of your workout? Could you persuade them to run at half-pace for the first ten minutes, then full-pelt for 15 minutes, then a cool down pace for the final ten? It would seem to be the organised thing to do.

[Kim] Surely that should be "his tie is personal"

A rather red faced Dujon appears before his accusers; "It wasn't me, Guv" He says. "The blasted Windows machine suddenly started opening windows everywhere and in my desperation to stop such infidelity I clicked all over the bloomin' place." He added, "Then I found I was no longer a member of the celebrated..." *sobs* "Mornington Crescent League on the Internet."
"Can you please put me back in there?"
"Sorry!"
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