I, for one, welcome
our tiny planetoid overlords.
4 publicly visible posts • joined 12 Jun 2009
.....who gives a flying f'ck, it's got a giant-robotic-knife-fighting-exoskeleton and dragons in it and that makes everything worthwhile in my eyes.
Paris, because, like Avatards and Pandora, I've often wanted to go to sleep in my bed and wake up in hers!
"Chaps are then reminded that a Roman soldier was able to march one-and-a-half marathons in a single day"
One-and-a-half-marathons? Luxury! We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
Mine's the one with the Barnsley Chronicle in the pocket