Full bypass

Every now and then this comic produces a gem

There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime.

( Lyrics )

We need chocolate, lots of chocolate...

Now I'm jealous...

Life on the plantation

Another snippet from work...

Colleague: Thats the company ethos.
Me: We bodge it?
Colleague: We steal other peoples equipment.

Play that funky music

Robin spins tunes as DJ Sassy Box Get your dj name @ Quiz Me

Retaining cabin pressure

Yes that was it. Small but half flanged it was stuck to the side of the noticeboard with beeswax. Looking decidedly like a KGB Melon waiting to strike. Tricky swines, I can tell you, lurking, watching, waiting. 8mm high powered armour piercing seeds are nothing to laugh about. Except on prime time seed hour, where a joke is just a vegetable reference away. But which was funnier? The joke or the constant stream of inflatable custard pies. Noggin. Noggin on the nog. I don't know where it started but it came from the highlands on a small buggy powered entirely by oxo. Bane of the haggis. Scourge of the left lugagge office, and not without reservation. After the great oxo plague of '43 the geneva convention tried to ban it but the right wing NOA teamed up with their rifle buddies and lobbied for free speech and food flavouring. It was about this time that they landed on the moon and discovered that the world cheese crisis was no longer a problem. The postman only knocks twice, I keep telling him to use the doorbell. Whats the point? The jabby stabby end, thats the point. The other end is the blunt, unless you're wielding some strange double-ended piece of fact or fiction, and thats got to be dangerous. Truth can be a double ended sword they say, so it's probably what we're looking at, or at least conceptualising, drawing or painting on the back of a ford transit with playdough.
Not under my roof, you young whippersnappers.