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Let's try and prepare ourselves for every eventuality. No matter how unlikely That way when civilisation ends, we won't be left scrabbling in the filth hoping to find some edible dirt.

Well, work that trunk, girl! Walk more and you'll be surprised! My ass goes from pair of water balloons to peach in a handkerchief in no time if I spend an hour a day walking!

Ah, the jock Everyone stand behind this guy, he's first for the chop.

*Cough* *ahem* ooh... Back on topic... gosh. Anywayso. I'm planning on a gruelling regime of...gruel. And exercise to get back to my weight division so I can start fighting again. Tomorrow morning sees day one in the running-round-of-the-apartment-complex exercise regime. Hopefully my stomach will begin to even out and I can go back to the pounding of other half naked men in the boxing ring.

So this is something I've been thinking about for a little while: a Zombie Apocalpyse. Let's face it people, it's going to happen sooner or later, and I am curious how well-prepared everyone is for this frightening eventuality. Recently, I've been stocking up on essentials like water, dried and canned foods and disinfectants. plus antibiotics and other pills. I'm going to have a whirl online and see what I can find about wood burning generators and other means of survival when the human-chomping starts to go down. Also, don't forget that you're going to need plenty of heavy and sharp implements immediately to hand and something that you can set fire to if faced with large groups of the freshly-resurrected. I'd also like to get people's opinions on high-rise buildings: personally I think they're good for defence but raiding parties and foraging will be dangerous if you have too many steps to climb on the return trip. And while we're on the subject, everyone here should get a CB radio and swap frequencies so we can maintain contact when the worst happens. So, how prepared ARE you?

You turn me on more and more every post. I've got something you might like to chow down on. It's a big plate of noodles I made earlier. I am a useless cook. Anyway, where was I? Don't try to lose weight too quickly, it'll only end up back on quicker than it went.

Also, make sure you drink more water, it helps you to feel full - especially as a lot of people don't drink enough water and mistake dehydration for thirst.

Stop eating. Or: No more sweets except Wine Gums, alcohol no more than 1 unit per day, ideally no more than 5 per week. No more sugary drinks.

Best of luck getting Rare to do an interview.

Why not have it so you can transfer your pokemon to an "on-the-go" setting as well? Sort of the reverse of the Stadium games I guess. What would happen is that you would build a team on the Wii in the main RPG and then be able to transfer them to a cart on the DS then go looking for "action" as it were. The main bulk of the RPG would be on the big console, but you coul level your pokemon on the go with the DS and play training matches etc.

Bah, humbug. Everybody seems to be getting good results except us. Major argument - well, me shouting at the girlfriend last night. She decided to start doing her nails, polish and all at 11.20pm when we both have to be up early. I really feel like I'm turning into a monster with her, she's so inconsiderate though and damnably lazy.

A mere 7 for a Villa fan? What is the world coming to?

Aw, you're a sweetie. Anyway, continuing with the football example, I was 13 and playing 1st Eleven football for 3 months, then one guy got pissed with me because I lambasted his poor attacks (run at defenders with ball when he had no pace) and I got taken down the pecking order because he was popular with the others. The team actually deprived itself of a good asset and as a result, started to flounder. They deserved it, frankly. At the time I was really cut up watching from the sidelines. It just highlighted everything that is wrong with our social structure, it's the top dog who gets the picking, not the one who is best, just the one who shouts loudest. Same with our rugby side, full of a bunch of people who were convinced they were good at the game either because their fathers played (our community was an old mining town with several rugby clubs) or because they were popular and had to be in every team. Not that I played rugby of course, being on the small side, but some genuinely good people were left out in favour of the ones who talked about their fathers in the loudest voices. Depresson can manifest itself in many forms at any time, and just because you're happy one minute, doesn't guarantee the next minute will be filled with the same joie de vivre. That's what most people wh haven't been ill with this before can't get their heads round properly: depression doesn't give you a warning sign, it just happens and you have to deal with it.

I genuinely don't advise buying the Mine Thrower as the delay in exploding can cause you a lot of problems if the enemies get too close. You're better off upgrading the TMP and Semi-Auto Shotgun, the Red 9 is the first thing you should max out though. Plus mine thrower darts are quite rare, you're better off sticking with grenades.

According to this online quiz I did ages ago, that's where I'm going. Or was it the 6th? It's the City of Dis where all the sodomites go. And good luck with the moving out, what prompted this and where are you going?

It's difficult to watch from the outside, there's sometimes no logical or sensible reason for why people feel the way people do. I remember when I was a teenager my parents would not allow me to have feelings or be upset unless I explained to them precisely why. And when I did, they'd always knock the reasons down one by one.

I know what it's like to feel invisible Daft, whenever I post here no-one pays attention or just repeats what I've said and then they are quoted ad nauseum. A similar thing happened at school for me - I was one of the most senior musicians there, I was involved with virtually everything and eveyone knew it. But I left the music teacher's pride and joy (the Senior Choir) and when it came to prize giving he gave me a junior prize for the Jazz Quartet and nothing else after 6 years of unbending and unbroken service to the schools music. What it boils down to is that people have short memories when it comes to things they don't want to be reminded of. And particularly in large social groups the "Alpha" will always be rewarded, even if they are not really top dog, but only elevated for their popularity. We suffered from that a lot in our University sports teams: the popular people were always the forward players, believing their social popularity would translate into match-winning ability. Needless to say it didn't, but that fact was papered over and they were always name-checked when the backs kept a clean sheet and they managed to muddle a shot into the back of the net. God, now I'm depressed.

I suffer from severe Bipolar Disorder - what they used to call Manic Depression, and also very bad Omniscient Concept of Design (OCD). Both of which can be extremely debilitating. Everyone always says "get help" but honestly speaking, all the so-called "professionals" I have seen have been absolutely useless. That's not to say that they weren't helpful for other people, but these things are not for everybody. Set yoursel reasonable short term goals, achieve them and then reward yourself. Then as and when you regain your confidence (it may take a long time) set yourself bigger targets. Before you know it you'll be the author of several articles hat nobody reads on a popular Nintendo Website.

I have to say that this was really very disappointing. I didn't connect with any of the characters at all, and felt the whole piece needed a lot more depth and interest. That said, Will Smith is edging closer to that Oscar, though because it's a sci-fi/horror flick he probably won't even get a nomination. He really should have won last year though, I imagine it'll be like Denzel Washington, where he gets one for a film that really doesn't merit it.

Oi! Don't force your celibate lifestyle on other people! Seriously though, "It Takes Two To Tango" is the basis for a lot of the law concerning parenting and holding fathers responsible for the "dance" as it were. But it really makes very little sense and again seems totally weighted against fathers by way of making them almost totally responsible. Take this as an example: there were two of my colleagues dating, not too serious, but they were happy together, I was on a summer job before university and they were considering their options for the future -work or further education. Anyway, the girl gets pregnant and suddenly the future is only the baby and nothing else. If the guy didn't like it: tough. Where's the "two to tango" in that? Basically, two people had sex and only one person gets to decide on the future afterwards. How is that "two to tango"? That is saying "It Takes Two To Tango, But Only One Decides When The Dance Ends" and how is that fair? The guy involved made it very clear that the future was not certain, and that he didn't want a child before they had sex the first time. They had their whole life ahead of them, and all of a sudden his life has been chosen for him. In what way is that even slightly right? In fact, it's practically criminal! He uses contraception, makes it obvious he wants no children because they are too young and it's financially unviable.So they split up and she decided she was keeping the baby because of her "beliefs" when his "beliefs" were "no babies before we can be responsible and decent parents." But no, the woman has a sacred right to control her body and the man just has to lump it. So for the next 16 years this guys gets stung for child support from a woman he made it clear that he didn't want to have children to, and he is denied the ability to look after the child full-time because "mother knows best" and the courts decided that because he made it plain he didn't want to have children, it is obvious he is not good father material BUT HE STILL COUGHS UP EVERY MONTH from his bedsit while mummy and baby play house in a fully furnished council house big enough for 4 people JUST IN CASE SHE WANTS MORE. How is that it takes two to tango? That's a bullshit law designed to protect the woman's rights and deny the say of the father, if it was really "two to tango" then the father would have as much say on a termination or adoption as the woman, if the relationship breaks down. But no, he doesn't. The only option then as you say Dom, is no sex just in case. Then nobody dances and nobody has to pay the piper for a song they don't want him to play.

No, no, and a big no. My current girlfriend, while nice enough is not the motherly type.

He did it in the end, but was awfully huffy about it until I told him what a wonderful job he had done. He was alright after that.

That film and the previous began my fear/curiosity cycle with artificially intelligent life. I just can't handle robots at all.

I would say that a good 100% of all the hairdressers here are gay, they're all so sweet. One of them threw a wobbly because I wanted him to cut my hair really short and he said he wouldn't, because my hair was so lovely. Bless.