Ooh, look, I am the number one Google search result for 'some twat down in London'. Does this mean I can claim a Guardian column as my birthright?
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Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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But seriously, do you mean "some sweat down in London"? No, really, do you?
Although only currently 4th place for some twat in Cornwall. I imagine Joshua "Brillian Brit" Shock, is quacking in his boots though.
Number one for "lovely mens bottoms" - what does that say about me?!
I'm number one for "Fish & Testicle Egg". That can't be a good thing.
congratulations, i assume?
i'm #1 (of a frightening 655,000) for "drank too much out of it".
worrying as (a) it doesn't make sense and (b)i may end up as a poster child for the DrinkAware campeign.
This calls for congratulations
You can find me with 'trouser therapist'.
And I'm fourth with 'two little boys had two little toys'.
I need to reassess my life.
If you put in 'Tim Footman stole my knees', you get, er, Tim Footman.
Tim: That's a very difficult question. Almost as difficult as that question in my 20th century French literature final.
James: Is Joshua Shock, 19, Cornwall's answer to Max Gogarty? Perhaps they ought to be combined into one fictional character called Max Shock, and given their own series on Bebo.
Nuttycow: Hello! I don't believe I've seen you round these parts before. I expect it implies that you have exquisite taste in men's bottoms, and who can say fairer than that?
Hayley: It never fails to amaze me what people search for.
Rosie: Perhaps it's in reference to the horn of plenty? Although now I think about it, I'm not sure if that makes it any better.
GSE: Thank you. I am looking forward to my telegram from Alan Rusbridger.
FR: You and Billy (#1 for 'Toilet Scientist') should team up to fight toilet and trouser-related crime. Also, I can't believe I just searched for 'Tim Footman stole my knees'.
Can I just put it on record that I didn't steal Fat Roland's knees, I just borrowed them from the library, then swapped them for a letter written by Alain Robbe-Grillet. Which, since his recent demise (I believe he was run down by a hybrid milk float/laundry van while massaging the neck of someone else's wife) is now worth quite a bit.
Incidentally, if you put "Alain Robbe-Grillet" into Babelfish, you get "Alan Rusbridger".*
*This isn't quite true.
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