They melt in your mouth but not in your handWas that the original Minstrels advertising slogan waaaaaaaay back in the 1980's? I couldn't remember so I turned to Twitter to ask
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Roasting can mean one of four things:
- a sexual act between at least three participants. normally involving more than one Premiership footballer, a 'glamour model' with a Sunday newspaper journalist on speed dial and someone with a video camera and a shaky hand;
- to be cooked with dry heat, usually in an oven;
- subjected to ridicule, laughter or negative criticism;
- an event where comedic insults, praise and heart-warming tributes are directed towards someone, implying that they are able to take the joking in good humour.
By Nickie O'Hara on Friday, August 20, 2010
Does chip-resistant nail varnish really exist?
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Editors note: This is Divnah's story - the tenth in a series that I have called "Cancer - Your Story". I know I keep promoting the power of Twitter but here is another example of extended networks. I didn't know Divnah until she contacted me at the beginning of June after seeing one of the 'Cancer - Your Story' links tweeted out by a mutual Twitter contact. She emailed me and offered to share her story.
If you are interested in sharing your story please click on the link and contact me.
By Nickie O'Hara on Thursday, August 19, 2010
Ooh, ironic moment - me using italics to make a point...
Anyway, I did enjoyed the book in the main and I have two ideas for your next one:
- The discovery of the secret recipe for Coca Cola
- The discovery of the secret recipe for the batter on Kentucky Fried Chicken.
And finally, I managed to finish Deception Point whilst on holiday earlier this year. I made myself read it all after a couple of years of trying. Not one of your finer works. That is all. Thank you.
By Nickie O'Hara on Wednesday, August 18, 2010
This picture is of my daugher, Rachel and was taken by the nursing staff on Borchardt Ward at Pendlebury Children's Hospital. It was given to me to reassure me that whilst I went home for a rare break, she was well looked after and she didn't constantly cry.
Both of these photos hold different memories. The first photo reminds me of a time we thought we'd never get through; heartbreaking, endless - a black tunnel with no light at the end of it. The second photo reminds me how wondrous modern medicine is and how lucky we were to be given the chance to continue 'normal' family life. I'm sure Rachel thought, at times, that I was over-protective but each time we argued about a risk she was taking (usually teenage curiosity) or I told her that I needed to know where she was and gave her a curfew time, it was only because I'd almost lost her once and I didn't want to lose her again.
Full story: There are only so many perfect heads in the world...
By Nickie O'Hara on Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Oh... hang on a minute... can you spot the glaring error? I have missing books, not missing boots!
YAY! Result... Oh how quick I am to celebrate...
Thank you for writing to us at Amazon.co.uk
AARRGGHH!!! We're right back where we started again!!
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Logo credit: St John Ambulance
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Occasionally, the communication barrier between two very intelligent people who both speak the same language can provide much hilarity. Every so often, I let the Twitterverse know about how my working day is progressing and yesterday was no different. The day was ticking away slowly, my computer was being an arse and I was counting down the minutes until I could leave the office.
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By Nickie O'Hara on Tuesday, August 03, 2010
when the telephone rings and is almost never for me, let us now talk about answering the door. I am convinced that the population of Blackburn, aged 16 or under, have installed a version of a two-way mirror into the side wall of our house.