Tell us something really trivial about your life Volume 40

Four hundred and thirty seven thousand and ninety three unique posts.

That's an average of ninety one posts per day, every day - not a single day missed - in thirteen years, four weeks and one day.

Things change. Under the old system, this would be a random day part way through Volume 44.

As it is, we are here, on the auspicious occasion of the commencement of Volume 40.

Trivialites of the World, I salute you.

Carry on.

Yay!!! We made it!!!

Well, some of us did!!!:

General Banter is proud of us all.
Yes, even you, Bobbers.




Jolly well done to all who made it safely across.
Here are your badges:



And to those who didn't, at least you gave it a damn good try.
Matron will attend to you when Battert has collected you in the old Meatwagon after the celebrations.

I don't like chips.

Okay, so you're not one to gamble.
What do you expect us to do for you?

I'm betting that you want us to give up our ill-begotten habits?

Well, half a crown says you won't find any co-operation from the Residents here.
Especially from the Brigadier. He enjoys the odd flutter, it's the only thing that keeps him going really. Well, that and the brandy and port.

Evening All.
Where's my tea?

I found a pound in the driveway about half an hour ago.
Finders keepers

Have you checked your underwear elastic???

Not only is that disturbing, but it's also a criminal offence in some places!!!

Well I've made it, not quite sure how, one minute I woke up in a field, then managed to do 88mph through a thunderstorm and then I'm here.

Anchors Aweigh! Here we are, got a bit sideways on turn 6 by the abottoir. Never mind.

Evening all

It's all about perspective.
A crashed glider is junk but a pound's a pound after all.