Tuesday, 13 April 2004 - 6:58 PM BST

Oh, you just know they meant "crotchless knickers" and not "crutch less knicker."

Or at least, lets hope so.

Tuesday, 13 April 2004 - 7:07 PM BST

6 weeks?!
Time to grit your teeth and make that call, perchance?

Tuesday, 13 April 2004 - 7:55 PM BST

ah i miss the mad search queries, but the anti-google code is very effective, so I'm grateful.

Tuesday, 13 April 2004 - 8:18 PM BST

Canary Wharf Bukkake? :P

Tuesday, 13 April 2004 - 8:20 PM BST

Ah! But did you not know the one about a secret series of pointy-brackets and exclamation marks? much more effective.

Tuesday, 13 April 2004 - 9:11 PM BST

Interesting. I come first in Google searches for gia the @#%$!... It's *something* to be proud of I guess...

Tuesday, 13 April 2004 - 9:58 PM BST

Whaaaaaaaaaaat? Now you're f u cking with my learning curve.

Tuesday, 13 April 2004 - 9:59 PM BST

That's a point - are we still going to the seaside this weekend? The BR journey sounds abysmal, and an impending deadline (shrugs aside memories of all past deadlines) might just work on my guilt gene.

Tuesday, 13 April 2004 - 10:00 PM BST

Yeah, that's the one that did *my* head in, too. That and the farting at a hotel counter.
I dunno if you've hung out in any of the damn skanky yuppie bars in Canary Wharf of a Friday night, but one look at the rank sweaty office mongrels in there would put your off bukkake forever. No wonder they need to arrange it online.

Tuesday, 13 April 2004 - 10:03 PM BST

*resists impulse to make corny unfunny jokes about working in the media*

Tuesday, 13 April 2004 - 10:04 PM BST

I dunno, it's all swimming together in my mind now, till there was an accident with Enid Blyton's crotchless knickers on the number 74 at Paddington last week. We don't know how many were hurt they say it was precipitated by the Wyrd sisters farting at reception.

Tuesday, 13 April 2004 - 10:43 PM BST

Oh! Cacao! Ongoing saga:

I meant to say (but of course, I couldn't), that I went to your site today and all the comments had disappeared again. I rubbed my eyes, shook my head, refreshed, clicked away and back again, but it was true. There were no comments.

Howd'yeh 'splain that one, eh, missy?

Wednesday, 14 April 2004 - 12:32 AM BST

Interesting posting technique. I do believe that this is the first time the speedreading course I took in high school has come in handy. =)

Bukkake. Heh.

Wednesday, 14 April 2004 - 1:08 AM BST

I want to learn how to do that.
You're my hero, Vanessa! :)

Wednesday, 14 April 2004 - 3:53 AM BST

Oooer! Do you mean speed reading, or do you mean over-use my new 'hover' toy to the point of extreme annoyance to your readers, Niki?
In case it's the latter, then do this to your links (but make the brackets pointy):
[a href="http://pimpress.com/boz/" title="oh god i love an older man's moustache"]
or:
[img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0316084905.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Belle de France? I reckon not..."]
Geddit?

Thursday, 15 April 2004 - 12:43 AM BST

I've just typed "customer rips a nasty fart at the front desk of a hotel" into Google, and you're fourth, with "... It rips apart the spoken forgivenesses and apologies, and remoulds ... the key has rolled under a nasty pink armchair in ... kicked in the face by a customer today was ... "

So a fairly tangential link. I'd love to have five minutes with the person who googled for that phrase though.

Thursday, 15 April 2004 - 1:27 AM BST

Hold on, that's rips and nasty - no customer, fart, front, desk, or hotel!
I had a blog about the front desk of a London hotel in mind ready to blog, but - sheeyit, they can't google my mind yet, can they?!?

Thursday, 15 April 2004 - 4:45 PM BST

Both, truth be told.
YAY! Now I, too, can sneak subliminal messages into the mind of readers everywhere!
Bwahahhhahahahahahahahhi'mmeltingi'mmeltingwhataworldwhataworld...............

Thursday, 15 April 2004 - 4:47 PM BST

vanessa my dear I have no idea...schpooky!

Thursday, 15 April 2004 - 7:52 PM BST

It must just be that the cat has cursed my local council laptop.

Jesus, one of these days, I'll have to give this thing back, and won't Sarcastic IT Guy have such fun with the Temp Internet Folder....