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Thanks, I had a look at that earlier but didn't see D2. I'll go with that though. That's a long number for a bus stop! Which end of the road is it on? D2 sound easier to walk to.

Sorry Annie, I can't see the 65 or Buxton on there but thanks anyway. I think the service terminates in Tideswell but sadly, I can't find that either.

From where does it depart in Fitzalan Square? I'd be grateful if someone could tell me the number of the stop.

Some aspects of Hassop are called to mind by the description.

Does the vitamin B content help to mitigate the effects of excessive alcohol consumption? If so, maybe the practice should be encouraged for reasons of damage limitation...

Don't you see that killing me is not going to bring back your apples?

You should see the size of the trees they build them in...

The biggest joke is that we've been waiting 3 years for that 80ft jade statue of Skelton Knaggs on the pier...

The one between the 12 storey, mirror glass Art Deco pork sandwich emporium and the Greco-Roman wrestling amphitheatre, presumably. Unless they mean the other one.

Huh, dude please ! The Tasmans speak Tasmanian in Tasmania. Did you not pay attention in goegraphpy or something?

It's a shame the audio track has been muted "for copywrite reasons". Profoundly silly reasons would have made for a more honest excuse. How appropriate that the footage from Rise that sometimes follows that clip neatly and painfully illustrates why I stopped going to clubs beyond the age of 23. Groomed, Lanc-nasal hipsters posturing and honking empty rubbish from flapping lips and jutting jaws, clothes seemingly made from Christmas wrapping paper, glam cretins jerking their limbs in an abominable manner to reheated disco barrel-scrapings, garish scalpels of light slashing into the eyes. The question "how important does the music play a part?" (sic) and the hollow, not-even-trying-to-convince answer "erm, very much..." pretty much says everything that needs to be said. The 80s gets a slating purely because of what was happening in the Top 40 but the 90s was the age in which music became seriously cancered. I'm glad that I caught The Limit and Leadmill before Sheffield's night scene rotted away.

If the message of the church is so good, essential and right in and of itself, why do the people behind it need to lure the kiddies in with toys and games consoles?

So you'd be fine with someone grabbing your mum's breast, your sister's, wife or daughter's breast, as long as the unwanted contact lasted no longer than 15 seconds, didn't involve forced penetratrive sex and was confined to a TV studio? I'd probably set higher standards than that but I almost come close to having a view that doesn't doesn't find yours utterly nauseating.

The people who work there are very nice but the food is the stuff of ridiculous novelty and virtually inedible for it. I'm all for experimentation and combining unusual ingredients but if the motive is to be as silly as possible then the results are not going to be good. Call me a dreary old traditionalist if you will but I'm quite fond of eating off a plate and using chopping boards for their originally intended function. Also, when I ask for the bill, it's a bit disorienting to be presented with an old book instead. If I want to search through tomes for surprise contents, I'll go to a library. It's somewhere to avoid if you're not given to absurdist, masochistic humour and just want a good meal.

If you must troll, you might want to be a bit less obvious about it and pick a more tasteful subject. Better yet, get yourself a hobby.

Yes, speak for yourself. Most of us blokes choose to control ourselves and find such behaviour disgusting. What did you do by the way? Maybe you'll get a lighter sentence if you confess it first instead of waiting for the knock. Your first sentence contradicts the second. Travis did more than just grope a breast for 15 seconds, he violated a woman and caused lasting fear and humiliation. Also, thats the one charge that stuck. I seriously doubt it was an isolated incident, this kind of assault rarely is. It's a cliche to say this but imagine it was your daughter, sister or mother. Would your opinion change? What if a man groped you? On the subject of extreme sentencing, I'd be in favour of Mad Max inspired punishments. I recall a scene in the film where a villain is handcuffed by the wrist to a burning car in the middle of the desert. He is provided with a hacksaw and informed that it will take 5 minutes for the flames to reach the fuel tank but at least 10 minutes to saw through the chain. He is then told that it will only take him 2 minutes to saw through his arm. In my vision, the villain isn't attached to the car by his arm and it's a scalpel rather than a hacksaw.

How do you say "can I come and live here please?" in Tasmanian?

Mine switches to camera mode immediately upon booting. Is there any way to stop this? Google, friend that it may be, has not provided satisfactory answers.

Tape isn't great but it's positively rich and warm compared to nauseating digital sterility. If you genuinely believe the latter to be superior, you should question whether you really like music at all.

It sounds like she was lucid and devious enough to feign surprise when the police informed her of Eric's death. The “Oh my God, what have I done? I’m so sorry" and falling to the floor business strikes me as a bit of theatre designed to cover the fact she'd consciously fled the scene. She had, after all, recognised that she'd caused a fatal accident at the site - "he's dead". Not quite sorry enough it seems. I don't whether an issue was made of this in court or not. It does, however, strongly suggest that her remorse relates more to being caught than it does to the appalling devastation she has caused to a great number of people. I'm not saying that a punitive approach is always best when dealing with crime but there's something horribly imbalanced when that devastation is compared to 4 years in prison. It doesn't reflect the value of a person's life nor the pain their loss has caused. It doesn't really match the gravity of her crime. Theres seldom any excuse for tearing through a residential area at that speed. Being drunk and newly single is a rather pathetic justification. It still wouldn't come close to reparation if she spent the rest of her life in prison but as she couldn't give any more than that, it would have to suffice. I can't think of a single good reason why she should ever be free again.

It seems the principle remains the same, in pockets around the world, with only minor changes in brands and slang terms. ...but where would one go in Australia, to find weather cold enough to keep the mouthbreathers indoors?

38 years later, the horror of losing my beloved Kermit is still fresh in my mind. A replacement would have been unacceptable even though my sadistic brother had turned him into a quadruple amputee. Besides, £11 is £11. Come on people of Sheffield, get searching! No more shall the park be a grave of toys.

The father's restraint is breathtaking. Many people would have carried on beating the piece of filth long after he was dead.

Aren't you thinking of Sheffield Miseries?

I love Hüsker Dü at mad volume but I guess other people don't when they're trying to relax in their gardens. I know I don't. I don't even want to hear music I like at such times, not even the gentle stuff, just the twitter of birds and the hum of insects. Why do other some other people have such a problem with the idea of using headphones? Try them, they're a fantastic invention! The other no-neck, jut-jaw British Summer traditions are enjoying careful observance this year too: - standing in the street shaking a red belly and bellowing incoherently - burning car tyres and old leaves at midday so that neighbours have the choice of dying from smoke inhalation or dying of heat exhaustion - The yapping dog in the night time and it's owner's contrapuntal "fhurRRNN' SHURRRRRUP!!". All night, every night, all Summer, every Summer. Thanks fellow citizens, I know I can always rely on you.