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I want to say eiderdowns are superior to quilts. But I don’t like to make blanket statements. (For Jackmeough)

Undercover police officers protecting us from police officers will presumably get statements taken by police officers at the station. Talk about making work for yourself to protect your job! Whose story to believe? Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

Anyone else fed up with all these seance jokes? Where's the spirit of Sickipedia? I end up thinking 'Fuck off, board'. (See what I did there?)

The Police (no, not them, the other ones) are re-releasing some of their songs to raise money for themselves: Every breath you take. So lonely. Can't stand losing you. Fall out. King of pain. When the world is running down. That's all of them. There are no others. No point in trying to rack your brains or look up their discography either. [whisper] Let's see who can't resist it... [/whisper]

Did Alan Moore predict Boris and Corona? Our story begins, with a young up-and-coming politician. He's... a member of the conservative party. He is completely single-minded and has no regard for the political process… his party launches a special project in the name of 'national security'. [Brexit] At first, it is believed to be a search for [independence] and it is pursued regardless of its cost. However, the true goal of the project is power. Imagine a virus and then imagine that you and you alone have the cure. But if your ultimate goal is power, how best to use such a weapon? Along comes [Cummings]. He is a man seemingly without a conscience; for whom the ends always justify the means. He suggests that their target should be the country itself. Before [Brexit] no one would have predicted the outcome of the elections. [Boris becoming PM] But after the election, lo and behold, a miracle… a pharmaceutical company controlled by certain party members made them all obscenely rich. But the true genius of the plan was the fear. A year later [the Chinese government] is found guilty. Fear became the ultimate tool of this government.

It's....! ... Monty Python's Dying Circus!

Shouldn't golden showers be called PJ's?

Not a lot of people know that at the height of the Sloane Square murders during the late 80's the police called in a psychic to help with their enquiries. Their idea was to hold a seance to try to contact one of the female yuppie victims to see if they could identify the murderer from beyond the grave. It seems that they used an 'Oh, yah!' board. Sorry, I'll get my Porche. Bye-eeee — mwah, mwah!

Makes me worry how old Kate was now...

Branson talks about wanting a million pound bailout. Virgin on the ridiculous.