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Some Other Wasters
November 2007
How To Build A Conservatory For Free
Monday, 19 November 2007 11:11 P GMT
I have always admired next door’s conservatory. I want one just like it, but they’re expensive and I am broke. So I have decided to take theirs.
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Sting
Thursday, 15 November 2007 12:17 P GMT
Uncle Trevor is the best banjo player in our family, despite having only one arm. His repertoire is somewhat limited, as you’d expect. But as long as the song only has one chord (and it is a G), you’d never know the difference.
And Now The Weather (Again)
Tuesday, 13 November 2007 12:50 A GMT
Britain has more weather forecasters than any other country in the world. One quarter of the entire workforce is employed at the Met Office and they all take it in turns to present the forecast, which is shown after every programme on TV
Death On A Train
Friday, 9 November 2007 1:18 P GMT
I love old trains. I especially love the 07:42 from Faversham to Cannon Street. It’s the next best thing to a being in real time machine, albeit one that has only one journey option: a trip through Kent’s Victorian slum towns, before delivering you
Pan Pipes
Wednesday, 7 November 2007 11:49 P GMT
Surely I’m not alone in considering pan pipes to be an instrument of torture. Yet it seems that every town centre tolerates a pan-pipe-man, driving shoppers insane with that relentless, tuneless racket.