Folded for all things great, Creased for all things rotten.

Folded:

• Crippling chest pain after eating too much (it’s a crushing sensation you want to worry about)
• Spielberg’s Munich (seen the ads – it’s looking good)
• Not forgetting Richard Pryor (like we did last week. Unforgivable)
• Curly hair (go on Martin, you be original)
• The no diet diet (enough with the drawstring trousers, sign us up now!)

Creased:

• Christmas Number One (Fairytale of New York was at about 30/1 last time we looked)
• Christmas food (£4.99 for some mini M&S hamburgers?! Shocking)
• Christmas TV (it’s been fab so far, hasn’t it?)
• Christmas family (yey, great uncle nonce, how’ve you been?)
• Anything Christmassy (fucking sick of it)

"They might as well call it whitejack!"

Mirth alive stuff courtesy of Oceans Eleven (DVDs) – the remake, not the crappy original.

This week’s quote is from a brilliant little movie that thankfully has nothing to do with Christmas or New Year.

"You’re thinking, just now "Why me, O God?". The answer is, God has nothing to do with it. In fact, God is never in France this time of year."