I'm reading a history of the plague in Cambridge in the 17th century.

By Christ it's dull.

They all die.

:drive:

Where desperate, musty-smelling old men drinking tepid dishwater in an attempt to drown out the awful knowledge of the diabolical fruitlessness of their half-lived lives.

I don't do pubs. I don't do anywhere without valet parking.

No thank you. No thank you indeed.

As you were.

There's also a very funny story about a chap who had the wheeze of voiding his privy into his cellar, only for the floorboards to rot and for him to drown in his own feculence. :hehe:

Is it April 1st? Because they're pulling out all the stops today.

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/may/14/first-d ate-tory-shared-politics-relationship-okcomrade