That Brazil plane crash is sad.

[Burney]

No, you're quite right, I reckon. I once broke a leg in a rather complicated fashion and after a couple of weeks of faff, it seemed like half of Harley Street had had its hand up my pipe.

I've distrusted quacks ever since.

When you say you broke it in a rather complicated fashion, do you mean that it broke in a complicated fashion or that you broke it while trying to do something complicated like an outlandish breakdancing move?

[Burney]

Going to try, just hard as I genuinely enjoy smoking but would rather like to not die anytime soon plus the savings are quite significant

Yes. It's only taken me about 10 years to stop missing them, but I honestly wouldn't go back.

[redgunamo]

When you say you broke it in a rather complicated fashion, do you mean that it broke in a complicated fashion or that you broke it while trying to do something complicated like an outlandish breakdancing move?

A bit of both actually, I guess. Fanny-dancing in the middle of the park, showing off a bit, you know. Scrawny, carrot-topped scrote called Hillier (not our one, no relation to him either) cropped me down from behind. I foolishly played on, apparently making it worse

[Ash]

A bit of both actually, I guess. Fanny-dancing in the middle of the park, showing off a bit, you know. Scrawny, carrot-topped scrote called Hillier (not our one, no relation to him either) cropped me down from behind. I foolishly played on, apparently making it worse

I might have known him. Was it Peter Hillier?

[Burney]

A bit of both actually, I guess. Fanny-dancing in the middle of the park, showing off a bit, you know. Scrawny, carrot-topped scrote called Hillier (not our one, no relation to him either) cropped me down from behind. I foolishly played on, apparently making it worse

Hmmm. This is clearly what has given you your mistrust of fanny-dancing midfielders.

Kudos for carrying on Cesc-like, though.

[World's End Stella]

Gosh, well thank you for your considered opinion on what having cancer is like. I shall bear it in mind in future.

I'm not sure I would describe an orchidectomy, chemotherapy and two years of hospital appointments, check-ups, blood tests and the constant terror of recurrence (resulting, of course, in that pesky 'limited side effect' death) as 'easily treated', but I'm sure you know best.

I've always been thankful that, as these things go, I had a relatively light brush from the cancer stick, but now I've read your wise words, I realise that I was really just being silly to make such a fuss.

Well, given that I had no idea what sort of cancer you had nor what treatment you recieved I clearly wasn't commenting on your particular circumstance. And I also wasn't being entirely serious

[redgunamo]

I might have known him. Was it Peter Hillier?

No, it was actually "David", I'm sorry to say. Not *him* though, of course. I was playing for Cholsey Bluebirds, he was Didcot Something-or-others, I think.

[Burney]

No, it was actually "David", I'm sorry to say. Not *him* though, of course. I was playing for Cholsey Bluebirds, he was Didcot Something-or-others, I think.

Didcot Diddlers? Didcot Die-Hards? Didcot Power Stations?

[redgunamo]

Didcot Diddlers? Didcot Die-Hards? Didcot Power Stations?

Didcot Skunk & Skag-addled Single Mothers' Boyfriends, I think. ****ers.

NTTAWWI, of course.

[Burney]

Didcot Skunk & Skag-addled Single Mothers' Boyfriends, I think. ****ers.

NTTAWWI, of course.

I take it you later hunted the fellow in question down and exacted a painful revenge?