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My score's 96, discounting any that were just on in the background and that I didn't pay much attention to.

Unless JJ the cinema slag's working that night.

Godwin's Law strikes again!

Question: Who supplies trousers to Justice Department in the comic 2000ad?

Answer: Sorry, AQA doesn't know who supplies trousers to the Justice Department in the comic 2000ad. It was first published by IPC Magazines on 26 Feb 1977.

Quite a disappointment, I think you'll agree.

A fun game is to ask 'Who is '. It can often provide a shockingly full account of your life.

Ahh, AQA, a source of fun indeed. I remember asking them 'what is it with my balls?' to which the reply was 'there is nothing wrong with your balls, you just obsess about them'. Always good to know, I think you'll agree.

Let me go!

Don't murder people, nick their stuff or kick them because you're bored?

"I invited these guys to come up now, instead of when they were logically supposed to."

Brilliant. Watched this round my mate's after a long evening of drinking and partying in my rock 'n' roll way.

It's just so good to see it back - like an old mate whom you've not seen in years.

I'll be honest, I didn't notice the mono problem as I do my Wii-ing on a big-ass but rather creaky old telly.

That's quite a swizz that it's not as advertised, though.

Anyone else got this yet? If not, you all should, damn you.

Anyone who has, stick yer friend codes on here and we'll have a jam. Quickly, mind, before the cramp in my fret hand renders me a useless husk of a man.

See, this is the kind of thing I hoped that the Dredd Files in the Meg would keep track of. It would make it genuinely interesting to grotesque nerds like myself, if each week it said: "Injuries: Bullet to shoulder (third time); broken arm (left, first time); stabbed in chest (eighth time)". Sort of a Wisden for the Meg.


Button! Project for you!

Requiem was a top-class game, comparable but far superior to the original Jedi Knight.

Broadcasting conferences[backslash]awaydays[backslash]training quangos, all of which tend to be held in shiny London hotels with a free bar.

That's where all your premium rate phone bills go.

I think it's along much the same lines as Shaun of the Dead - the characters in Cloverfield don't want to think about giant monsters, just as Shaun doesn't want to hear "the Z-word."