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See Here[^]
However, I brought this to your attention for this reason...
"Her partner, 7ft 3inches tall Gary Stretch, 57, denied the two attempted murders..."
Seven foot three inches and he is called Stretch!
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Dalek Dave wrote: denied the two attempted murders...
Now that's a stretch. 
/ravi
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If the murders were committed on the same day, which is possible from the given dates, she would be classed as a spree killer, not a serial killer.
From the fount of all knowledge[^]: A serial killer is traditionally defined as a person who has murdered three or more people over a period of more than a month, with down time (a "cooling off period") between the murders.
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I'm an optoholic - my glass is always half full of vodka.
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modified 18-Nov-13 11:01am.
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Here[^]
Don't know if it is a repost...
However, for UKians Get out about 5.00am, and if it is a dark clear sky look south east toward Spica.
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Looks like it comes awfully close (close beeing a bit relative here  ) to Mars. Shouldn't that have at least some gravitational impact on the orbit of ISON?
It's been a few years since I last did some physics calculation so I'm not sure how big the gravitational field of the mars is and as the mars is a relatively light planet (ca 1/10 of the earths mass) this migh be small enough to not have a significant influence on the comet. Anyone doing the maths here? 
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Not only do they factor planetary gravitation; but the detailed models for longer term orbital tracking include the influence of major asteroids; although the latter is mostly only needed for longer term prediction of other asteroids.
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
--Zachris Topelius
Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies.
-- Sarah Hoyt
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Just came across this[^], not sure where it is from, but it's funny.
~RaGE();
I think words like 'destiny' are a way of trying to find order where none exists. - Christian Graus
Do not feed the troll ! - Common proverb
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"Ducks and runs, takes cover initially, then is strident where the snowballs originate."(4,5)
Not too hard today.
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Soft Penis
sorry, which bit is the clue again?
“I believe that there is an equality to all humanity. We all suck.” Bill Hicks
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Dalek Dave wrote: Ducks - OO
runs - R
takes - T
cover initially - C
strident - LOUD
where the snowballs originate - OORT CLOUD
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Well Done.
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Thanks
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So how was the Camra thing then, didn't expect a post today 
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Very good, until about 6.00pm.
I had had enough Real Ale by then and resorted to Ciders.
By 9.00pm I was non-cognitive.
And my old haunt was gone, turned into a canteen!
The Chough[^] was a pub I frequented when I was a Lean Green Mean Machine about 25 years ago.
(I was based in Larkhill, just up the road and we would drink in Salisbury on a Friday night).
Anyway it has now become Bill's[^].
Sad!
It was a great boozer.
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Cider is just plain evil in my book!, Once at a drinking do in Bristol at a place called the Coronation Tap (a noted Cider venue) drinks were bought and 5 halves of what best can described as Apple juice, being an under grad at the time I drank one said 'Cheers' to my comrades and downed it in one! closely followed by the other four apple juices (rather sweet on the way down, and the way up!) don't really remember much other than saying the famous phrase "I'm not pithed, what are talking about!".
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Same with me when it comes to "champagne" ciders in Normandy and Brittany. We had a leisurely meal at a restaurant in Honfleur and had two 750ml bottles of cider. It was very tasty on the way down and it stayed there. When we came to stand I felt as if my feet were made of lead and my head's "gyroscope" was beginning to wobble. Nighttime and driving on the wrong side of the road didn't help. The driving was okay but "forgetting" where the essential landmarks were that lead back to the hotel was a bit of a pain.
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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Cider is just evil, champagne or not there is a Farm near here that does scrumpy that eat the container I kid you not. A now its being market at the youth (fighting juice to replace Stella)
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Scrumpy is certainly evil.
In my experience, it only gets you drunk when you stand up.
Prior to that, all is fine - then stand up for any reason and *WHAM* you're unable too...
It's the only drink that has ever got me dancing through a park in Minehead, singing "The Floral Dance" tune as loud as possible while a band was playing a totally different tune in the bandstand. I was not popular that night...
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
English doesn't borrow from other languages.
English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.
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Minehead, Authur C. Clarke territory. On a side note I have vomited//no visited the park of which you speak what was the pub called...
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Hey, come on!
I was drinking scrumpy. I couldn't remember my name, much less the pubs! 
Plus, this was back in the eighties: a decade of which I have but hazy recollections - probably due to alcohol abuse on a reasonably massive scale (well, as massive as my wages / student grant / early stage motorcycle addiction could support)
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
English doesn't borrow from other languages.
English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.
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+1 for the Corry Tap
We can’t stop here, this is bat country - Hunter S Thompson RIP
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I take it from that you have imbibed there, have you also tried the Apple on the dock side? I still can't get over ordering 3 pints of Katy Perry, 1 Pint of Shin Knocker & a Stella
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Yes an eon ago, my friend went to Uni in Bristol and that was his local - happy days.
We can’t stop here, this is bat country - Hunter S Thompson RIP
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