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What were you thinking?

The magic of search engines means, of course, that any old conflation of words has a reasonable chance of casting some people into the wilder reaches of the internet, so, continuing an infrequent series (I think I might have done this once before a few years ago, I'm sure that the estimable Forest Pines does it also, so it must be a good idea), recent searches which have brought people to the sunny uplands of Coastalblog:

sixth form honeys
leave aside the blatant imbecility of anyone who actually uses the word "honey" to denote a member of the distaff side, leave aside the somewhat, so, make that exceedingly creepy nature of the search itself, the most entertaining thing about this is that it was an AOL search. Goon.

philippa forrester, 2007, pics
words fail me

"david lee cameron"
Ha! I'm quite pleased that someone thought of this gag, searched for this gag , and got to me. I looked at the post it threw up, and am saddened to note that I don't seem to do too much in the way of politics any more. Possibly I should rectify this, there's a whole heap of microscopic local stuff which is amusing me as currently stands. Now with commentary!

patagonian war

A Malcolm Pryce fan, presumably. There are a couple of recent ones for this.

how much is stalybridge celtic worth ?
Roughly twice half its value

waffles in ormskirk
cafe red up burscough st sells them, should you wish to google again, random googler. Then again, that is also the place where I ordered the "Italian meat salad" to get a slice of salami, some iceberg lettuce and some crisps, so perhaps you may not want to risk the waffles. Or the roffles, for that matter.
UPDATE: Coastalblog has recieved an extremely polite email informing me that cafe red has changed hands since my unfortunate lunch experience, and no nonsense of the iceberg lettuce variety is tolerated at all any more. And the waffles are made fresh each day, which is only to be applauded.

matt fallaize
Eek! Stalker!

"budweiser is shit"
On your side, comrade, it fills me with more joy than I can possibly describe to know that there are others out there willing to fight the good fight. Budweiser IS shit. Should you drink it, you, too, are shit. Sunrise, sunset.


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