In a weird way I miss those days of earning slightly under 80 pounds a week to risk your life scaling shelves like a mad yoke. We were paid in cash money in a little brown envelope and off we'd trot to An Post. Paid for two weeks in Santa Ponsa!

Therapy?, Public Service Broadcasting, Metallica, Ailbhe Reddy, Christy Moore, They Might Be Giants.

Christie is from Kildare. He knows exactly where Carlow is and he hates it with the fire of a thousand suns. We are bred to hate every neighbouring county like poison. Yeah, you, Carlow, Wexford, Waterford, Tipperary and Laois. I have my eye on you...

I do not like high fantasy, but I read it twice. Why does no one call anything Ent? The Ents were nice, as much as anything was nice in that ridiculously overlong book. Why not call your death machine Entwife? That is much more alluring than Precioussss or whatever bit Musk managed to get to.

Never heard of him, but that's some photo. Giving me a Rothman's ad from the mid 90's. *Shivers in black and white pure sex appeal*

That is deffo top five, but my all time fave is 'Wendell, I'm not content.' Closely followed by 'He was king of the sheep.'

Why are men?

I have perfected a lazy risotto. You pour the stock and wine in, bit of a stir, grate the cheese in, add a knob of butter and leave it on a really low heat for an hour.