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Hmm...when's the last time some people around here got on a bike, and cycled, including uphill stints, for 30 mins, not having been on a bike for years (or 'ever', as is apparently the case, with Belinda)?

I've done that, and it's not a picnic, by any means.

im here now
*waves*
Just catching up on threads

What is Shaun/Mario doing in your bedroom GG

Mm, good point, and it's a French task so it would be artistic rather than tacky

Did you have enough energy left for melodramatically wailing and swooning too?

oh yes, it would have been very....artistic.

Oh well, at least we got a great end shot of Sara bent over on the bike. For some, thats a mighty fine way to end a highlights hour.

Calrissian: does not have a bike.

I think you meant to say....

what is supposed to be happening with the wine tasting task btw?

Surely matching different wines to their names? instead of just swilling it around and saying "well, it tastes like red wine?" Duh...

All good people do.

Mime is on a par with acting in the useless professions list. But at least actors also speak.

But fear not, Marcel Marceau is dead.

Well they buried him anyway. Wonder if he's still feeling his way around the inside of his coffin?

No, I didn't swoon; if I remember rightly, I was trying to keep up with the others, but I was surely moaning inwardly! (in more ways than one!).

It was on the Aran Islands, during BB4. And even then, I was over 40. Geriatric gerbilgranny on a bike.

(no, BB4 wasn't on the Aran Islands - I just tend to remember things in terms of old Big Brother years...)...

Well this is Dale and Mo we're talking about here, let's not make things too complicated

I think they had to put the wines in order of quality (i.e. most expensive) or something.

lol

maybe if it was different flavours of WKD or something they'd be more successful

"can you tell the difference between cherry and strawberry"

I've tried going to that Scotland a few times, but always seem to get stuck at Penrith....

The Pedant Police are here to make an arrest of Philistine John.

Avast ye and brine blast ye landlubber scum, those be mine words and mine alone!!

"From Hell's heart, I stab at thee!
For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee!"


Moby Dick - the greatest novel ever written. And easily the most confusing. As deep as the ocean, so layered, denser than a foot of blubber, so far reaching across the Universe only Mario could pursue it to it's million meanings.

Or just a fishy sea dog's yarn. Aaar!

As ghostwriter Dr Peter Venkman said, "Nobody ever wrote them like this! The author was either a certified genius or an authentic wacko!"

You seem to have gone on holiday by mistake!

Must be all that sleep-driving.