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With storm Isha coming in, and a good high tide, I reckon tomorrow could be perfect for a bit of beachcombing... Anybody got any tales to tell?

Let's get away from the doom and gloom for a minute, shall we? I like to think I'm quite a friendly, kind, sort of bloke. But last night I tried to share a lovely chicken kebab with chilli sauce, and lovely mayo topping with some poor homeless bloke. He told me to piss off and buy my own. :shrug:

When I lived in London, I used to know Freddie Mercury. One day he said to me "Brok, you can cook, can you teach me, please?" I said "Yes Freddie, I'll teach you to bake a cake if you want." He said "That's great, but I don't just want to bake one cake" I asked "How many cakes do you want...

...oh, you are standing up. Take a bow anyway, you were a GIANT today.

...baking eggs? Waiting at a chekout in S****burys, I saw the bloke in front had a box of 'Free Range Baking Eggs'. Can anyone tell me the difference between an ordinary egg, and a baking egg?