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Allow me to put you straight on something Madam G.

I am NOT a Ms,I am a Miss,

Thank you.

Sorry Miss...forgive me Miss

thank you Miss

Okay Gins. Am I your ray of sunshine or your saddo friend?

I am married, I am a Mrs.

My daughter is not married, she is a Miss.

We are both happy with those titles.

Ms is for those who don't know whether they are coming or going.



Bit like our Gins really.

"Don't gimme all that chat, PREACHERMAN!" shouted EastEnders' Auntie Kim to godly serial killer Lucas, with such ire her "dead" sister Denise, locked in a cellar next door, could feel the shudders. Hallelujah for Auntie Kim!

During his hokey, mix-and-match bible lessons Lucas claimed that God was his only judge, but he'd clearly overlooked the mighty wrath of Kim, who is a tiny, pleather minidress-clad powerhouse of righteous smite, with statement hair and acrylic tips.

Full TV guide Lucas's reign of evil began to wane the moment Kim showed up making a noise like the "Holocaust section" at a My Bloody Valentine concert. "I gotta keep the memory of my D strong!" Kim vowed, dispensing Super Noodles and cuddles to Libby and Chelsea, driving Patrick so berserk he attempted to evict everyone in his house. (Everyone ignored him.)

Meanwhile, Lucas sweated and fretted, deeply regretting not keeping his death count to a manageable one, instead of this bewildering three. But that's the problem with murder, it's very moreish. It's like opening a packet of Mint Viscounts: you can't just stop at one.

Source; Grace Dent The Guardian

Over in Emmerdale, Nicola King is to become landlady of the Woolpack, which is ironic as she would drive the Dalai Lama to drink.

Nicola King is the sort of woman your friend marries and it's impossible to feel true joy for them as she's that breed of individual who will never ever be truly happy about anything.

Jimmy King will never show Nicola the requisite amount of bedrooms, children, holidays or spontaneous outbursts of home DIY to conjure even vague contentment playing around her miserable gob.

Nicola can't pull a pint either, so she's going to need good staff. Sadly, the one woman crying out for work right now is Eve, the local sex maniac, who has recently decided to become a lapdancer. It's freezing almost all of the time in Emmerdale, so I can only imagine the lapdancing bar is full of women shimmying erotically in bobble hats and thermal salopettes.

You can pay extra for the full Emmerdale "girlfriend/wife experience" but that's just Chas Dingle moaning that if you really loved her, you'd not need to spend so much time in that bl##dy shed.


Source; Grace Dent The Guardian

Over in Coronation Street, a cheery tram crash with multiple deaths is planned for late this year to clear the pipes of dross.

Penning one's own save and kill wishlist isn't easy. It's not even as if anyone looks wrinkled and in need of being put to pasture. We never see which beauty salon Rita, Gail and Liz visit but I'm guessing it's next to Lourdes and they travel there by Tardis.

Rita cannot – no way, no, never; don't even think about it – be in the tram crash. Corrie without Eileen, Lloyd and Steve bickering in the minicab office, or Norris whining about bin collections is unthinkable. "I saw a rat nibbling a fig roll the other day," he moaned last week, "A fig roll! Brazen as you like, it were too." That line alone was worth the entire half-hour.

The Windasses must stay. Tina and Graeme must stay; in fact bring more of Graeme's family and anyone from Tina's clan without permanent ongoing spinal problems.

Let Mary stay alive, but calm her down slightly so she can live as part of polite society. OK, maybe let her abduct Norris again. Norris being abducted will always be amusing.

Who to kill off is much easier. John Stape/Colin Fishwick and Fiz can leave tomorrow. John/Colin, with some inevitability, eventually killed someone this week, leading him to miss Chesney's 16th birthday knees up. "Am suuuure he'll be heeere soon," bleated Fiz as John dragged a corpse wrapped in a carpet over the cobbles, accompanied by that bizarre, belligerent Charlotte-the-teacher person, who clutters every episode with her low, pointless mooing.

I'd not miss Becky, Molly, Tyrone, Sean or Peter. I'd be gutted to lose Ken, Deirdre, Eccles the dog, Julie and Carla. This is a game I can play all day. But Rita stays, forever.

Source; Grace Dent The Guardian

Cyns....it doesnt matter if you are a saddo or not...yoos is still a friend ;)

I think you have a complex today Mrs Cynth

Which of course would have nothing to do with you helping her to get one Gins??

A complex what Gins?

The official line is

Cyns is NOT a saddo

Got that...good, well done ;)

Afternoon all

I was really good last night and did'nt bite this time, even after I saw the request for help

ja...x

Well done Ja...x

NOT biting is very good !!!

Dea x

Good on yer Ja...x

Best left alone.

Looks like everyone has been out this sunny afternoon.

WELL... - It's not been 'Sunny' here Cynthia !!

Where are you (approximately) ??

Dea x

Er is in Wigan area Lancs Dea.

That I does know.
Its overcast and breezy here,but still humid.

We have a downpour forecast for tonight Cyn.;))

Oh yea..And flooding along the Cardigan Bay area ..:))

Well I am still at work.

Just found this on an optical forum.



Had a patient in this afternoon, really nice family, he and his wife have two lovely, placid cocker spaniels. He lives along the road from a nutter who breeds Chinchilla rabbits.

Last night, his dogs crawled through a hole in the fence and, when they finally arrived back, one of them had a dead Chinchilla in its mouth, all mucky and with blood around its neck. Needless to say, my patient was both mortified and terrified of what the consequences would be. So, he and his wife decided to wash the dead rabbit, dry it with the hairdryer then wait till the dead of night (there was no chance of sleep anyway). He then sneaked along the road, tiptoed into the nutter`s garden, opened the door to the run and, very gently, placed the dead rabbit at the side of one of the hutches. He then sneaked home, but didn`t sleep a wink.

This morning, as he was leaving for work, he met the nutter coming along the road, with a face like thunder. He couldn`t escape.

"You know what" spluttered the nutter "there`s some real sick b******s out there"
"What do you mean?", asked my patient fearfully.
"One of my rabbits died yesterday and I buried it at the back of the garden. Some sicko dug it up, washed it and shoved it back in the cage. Wait till I find out who it was.....!!!

My patient is going on an extended holiday........

FBG - You have really confused me now - Who is ER and where is Cynth ??

Perhaps I am just a bit thick but I do not understand!!

Are 'you' in Wigan?? - My Grandad was born there !!

Dea x

Sorry Dea.

ER (her)is Cynthia,Cyn is Wigan way.

Sorry its how my father often says things being of the West country breed.

I am in Wales.
WEST Wales,not south,on the Carmarthen / Cardiganshire(now Ceredigion ) border.

Nice one LK.

Thanks FBG - I understand now - you meant 'er, nor ER !!

'Dead simple' !!

Dea x

OOOOppps !! - Sorry people, I have to go and cook a 'Chinese' ('Mea'l that is .... NOT 'person' ) !!

Will be back in a while.

Dea Xxx