It's kind of nice to have something serious to talk about and interesting people to talk to.
I'd just like to say, this forum is a hell of a lot better for that than the Newcastle Utd forum I'm also on. Unsurprisingly.
:-) well given the good relations you seem to keep with the local tradesmen, I'm sure you'll have no difficulty finding someone to service you.
It. I mean it.
(and I bet you find it a hell of a lot easier to find a plumber or an electrician than I do. Guess it pays to tip well...)
Also I'd just like to add my take on the "Kids look up to these people"/"They chose to be in the public eye" kind of arguments. I can really see it, particularly for the likes of Paris Hilton, who could perfectly well have been rich and not famous had she chosen to. But my personal opinion is that for people who become famous as a by-product of being really, really good at their job, like actors or sportspeople or whatever, it's legitimate for them to want to keep some degree of privacy, and for their lives (up to and including their deaths) to be treated with a certain amount of respect. EDIT: No more or less than the rest of us /EDIT. Otherwise you're saying that shy people, private people shouldn't play sport or act.
Keira Knightley gets stick (from the press) for speaking out against press intrusion; but I think she's right to point out that in any other circumstance, where a young woman is walking home at night and a pack of men chase her down the street and then prevent her from even closing her front door, nobody would consider it acceptable.
I'm with Winchwench on this - I believe that it often is exactly what they're saying it is. It's not only celebrities that become addicted to prescription painkillers; I know several totally non-famous people who are or have been. And lots of other people who just munch painkillers like they're smarties, whenever that have a slight headache or are just feeling a bit ropey.
Many, many people do die of paracetemol overdoses every year. Tens of thousands I think it is. Sometimes suicide, but often accidental as well - people just don't imagine that anything as apparently innocuous as paracetemol, which you don't even need a prescription for, can kill you. But it can, that's why the supermarket won't sell you two boxes of it at once. But given that they can't stop you going back for more...
...and then given that codeine is really addictive (isn't it an opiate, therefore related to heroin?) and you can see how that combination could be dangerous. Particularly if you then get a different brand which has a higher content of whatever it is, without realising.
Either way, I think it's REALLY sad. It's a shame when anyone dies, but particularly someone young. Even if it was something other than prescription drugs, I mean whatever's going on. Addiction is such a horrible blight, and can take so many different forms. Often the specific thing someone is addicted to is just the manifestation of a deeper need, so you might be addicted to smack or weed or videogames or porn and all because of the basic underlying need to blot out a certain part of your daily life or your self or whatever.
I personally think, as you say, death is a private thing. We will never know the circumstances that led to it, we don't necessarily have a right to either. I don't think anyone has the right to judge others. Particularly at this time, right now, there are all sorts of reasons why I'd support the media being vague about this - not least that right now they just don't know, so it's really better to avoid slandering someone whose grieving relatives already have enough to deal with. A report I saw said ten days before anyone knows definitively what happened. There's never been a whiff of anything suggesting Heath Ledger took recreational drugs. On the other hand, if/when Amy Winehouse snuffs it, I doubt that the press will pull their punches.
Don't really know what I'm saying here, and (Missy) I pretty much agree with many of your later points. In summary, I think it's perfectly possible he did actually die of an overdose of prescription drugs, and in any case I feel that all early deaths and lives otherwise wasted through depression or addiction of whatever kind are just as tragic. I think I'll stop.
Results of a very big, long survey in the Journal of the American Medical Association recently - the lowest mortality rates are found amongst people who are overweight. Not Obese - that's still bad, but interestingly not underweight or "the right weight" either.
This was for a wide range of diseases - basically everything except diabetes and (I think) heart disease. Certainly plump people were found to die far less from infections, and from anything to do with exhaustion - if your body is kept honed to its bare essentials, then if something goes wrong you have fewer resources to deal with a crisis. If you have a few extra pounds then you've got more to draw on.
As everyone else said, I think it's just eat sensibly, don't eat toooo much, eat what your body is telling you it wants (bearing in mind that anything addictive will distort the picture), stop eating if you notice that you don't actually want to clear your plate, do some exercise, and don't worry about it too much. Do what makes you happy.
A man from the council of milkmen (or whatever it's really called) has just been on the radio trying to encourage people to "use" their local milkman, and I couldn't help thinking about the obvious, and wondering whether it actually happens.
Has anyone here actually been knobbed by (or knobbed!) their milkman? Or milkwoman, paperboy, papergirl, pizza deliverer, meter reader, Jehovah's Witness etc. Or is anyone some kind of door-to-door visitor, and if so do you get lucky?
We've certainly had fantasies in that direction, but in actual fact they're never really that attractive, and they always seem to be in a hurry...
Check this one out as well - guess the Liverpool team:
Thousands of people try to guess his squad and get it wrong. This week over 2000 people played and 16 got it right...
As above, I favour loose fitting woven boxers (usually in red or blue patterns) for comfort:
The thing with the colours came about by chance originally, but now it's a little private game that I have, a running joke that no-one else knows about. Apart from Ms Tomu and you all now obviously. It makes pants fun.
For those interested, these images came from and you can find them under heren -> underbroeken.
(Mods - if you have to mod this for copyright I am sorry, I just couldn't resist it, and I'm sure H&M wouldn't mind, I am advertising their product).
...ideally, not in the UK (as I can't imagine even in the summer the water being warm enough for much fun...)
Talking of pain... I just crashed my pushbike into a bollard and wounded my cock (going down a hill in the rain, taxi in front did a funny manouevre, brakes decided not to play). It's a bit bruised, but more uncomfortable is the bit of bone just above it which took a bash and now hurts. Fortunately I missed my prunes.
...er I know nobody really wanted to know that, but Ms Tomu is away for a few weeks and I kind of needed to share that with someone...
I used to use pandora when it was pretty new, maybe a year and a half ago? Thought it was an ace idea, and it did introduce me to some cool stuff, but I got annoyed by it seeming to have a fairly limited repertoire so i stopped using it.
Still that was early days, so maybe it's expanded since...
Ms Tomu really doesn't like it unless she's really really turned on...
Enter the Dragon.
League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, League of Gentlemen's Apocalypse (or Apocalypse Now?)
I think, therefore I'm right.
I think Keegan was an odd choice for Newcastle manager... I think interesting times are ahead...
I think my dentist was shit, because my teeth didn't hurt before I went in to have a crown refitted, but four fillings and a cleaning later my whole mouth is knackered.
but holding a big rubber fake penis in front of your groin and pretending to screw someone with it? It's just annoying. And yeah, the enormous fake cum shots too... 
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Thanks, I feel much better for that.
