…in the forums… “sbherpal”. seems to be some chap from the US. maybe.

Clare at the Travel Centre said:

“I have checked the ticket for Julio: he is allowed to re-route for a charge of £50. Date changes are permitted free of charge so he just needs to contact Air New Zealand to make the change to routing.”

That would be the $75 you mentioned. I wouldn’t do anything yet just in case you want to do another re-routing. Your date changes don’t seem to have been free, though.

We watched Miss Marples 4.50 from Paddington last night. I then discovered it in book form on your shelves and started reading it, in order to understand more than the mere gist of what went on.

YOU SCORED: 80.63 %

Top Drawer – congratulations.

It appears that you may have what it takes to become a full service agent. You are clever, knowledgeable and have lightening reflexes.

Fulfil your potential and you’ll be cruising your way around the world with other Double Os before you can say Vodka Martini. Don’t attempt to contact us, say your goodbyes and we’ll pick you up in 30 minutes from there.

There’s a lot remaining in your training.
Pick up tips from the man himself.

www.secretservicetest.co.uk

Well it is a pile of turge, but I still find it quite amusing and even compelling to watch. We all gather round, of an evening, and laugh at the inmates.

I also find it most depressing that T, J & G are having such a good time…

Have just come back from Norfolk and visit to granny’s. Met my auntie’s boyfriend who is 72 – she is aoubt 40. Actually he was a darn decent bloke. Also I narrowly failed to qualify for the secret service on secretservicetest.co.uk scoring as I did 67%. Second I time I got 76% but that is just cheating.
Liv I hope this thing about Big Brother is one big crap joke because surely you aren’t dumb enough to like that bile. I have to confess to having watched bits in the past but not in a particularly dedicated or interested way. Please explain what it is you like about it! I really want to know.

Hey Nicky, I would check your fiver from Ford Market if I were you to make sure it’s not a fake.

I’d like to end by saying how much I detest Tan, Geoff, Jul and Annika for being thousands of miles away on holiday in an interesting country while I spend my time taking lunatics on shopping trips around Bognor Regis.

We were at Ford market yesterday and I was buying four packets of seed for £2. I handed over a crisp tenner, and the costermonger asked if I wanted a bag. Although I thought it was odd him bothering to ask, I actually did want a bag, so I said yes. As I followed him over the obstacle course towards his ‘bag lair’, I found myself doling out silent congratulations that I hadn’t parted with a twenty quid note, which he would no doubt try to pretend had been a tenner, after breaking my concentration with this bag malarky. There was no way he would try it with a tenner, though, I was thinking, just as he swivelled around, make a big palavar of getting the bag open and shovelling my purchases in, and slid three quid across my palm. I looked at the coins as he turned away, shook my head in silent disgust, searched for suitable words, then, realising time was of the essence, called after him: “Hey, what about the fiver?” He refused to meet my eye, mumbled, “Ah, of course, it was a tenner, wasn’t it …” and called out to his sidekick to supply me with the missing note. Blatent, or what?