Riff - you have a poor sense of humour. I am not glad you are posting here.

I'm glad Bob hasn't posted anything about a small mammalian superhero lately.

[Bob] Your words offend me greatly; I rue the day I came here.

Atop the Rotunda, overlooking the dilapidated and crumbling 1960s concrete Bull Ring arcade, evil Birmingham city centre development engineers plot a complete redevelopment of the entire West Midlands into the worlds biggest handbag-shaped shopping experience. Could this be another job for "Planning objection Gerbil"?

I can remember the amusing comment I was going to post here earlier. I don't think it was about IDS.

I discovered America. It happened quite by accident when I was searching the freezer for ice cream.

Mericas come in packs of twenty from you local corner shop. Buy a merica today!

I smoked a Merica once, but I don't remember how it tasted.

A Merica (vintage 2001-present) does not have a taste akin to a pile of cowsh*t.

Amazingly, cowsh*t tastes rather like strawberries.

I wouldn't know, but I'll defer to those who do.

The word 'defecate' is one which should never, ever, be used in print.

"Print" is a word that should never be spoken.

'Print' is a basic function that all computers master first time, and never have any problem with.

Sports commentators go to special schools where they are taught how to form metaphors.

I am not going to post the sentence "I've never metaphor I didn't like".

... as the mathematician said to the slide rule.

I know exactly what I am going to demo in ninety minutes, so I'll just spend a few minutes in here so I am a bit more relaxed.

I meant to do that.

When I interned at the White House, Hillary Clinton and I spent many careless Sunday afternoons sitting lotus style on the bed in the Lincoln room, playing gin rummy, smoking cigars, and eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.