Busker at Bond Street Station this afternoon, singing don't worry 'bout a ting... should have worried about at least one ting - tuning his guitar.
Kim, you are very bad!
Andrij. I pronounce you Complete and Utter GIT
Essential oil + lycra = I hope you're on the front?
PBP partner wanders into his saw-you-coming pharmacy and comes out with essential oils and homoeopathic crèmes de bum. He's always insisting this crap is better than evidence-based medicine. Keeping one's kewl in the face of pure & applied damned higgorance is hard betimes.
But don't leave it out in the rain, or the poor thing will get an overdose
Rain, rain, rain. Awful timing. Where were you when my vegetables needed you?