Grünere Straßen und Plätze

Ah! The IT-department. Run by a dynamic go-getter, a genius and a man from Ireland.

Never been. But I've always liked the idea of the theatre. The smell of the grease, the roar of the paint. I've often thought if I hadn't ended up in computers, I would've gone into the theatre.

Roy, I spoke to the Elders of the Internet not one hour ago. I told them about Jen winning Employee of the Month and they were so impressed that they wanted to do whatever they could to help.

I'm sorry for your loss. Move on.

It's not like you've lost a pen, is it? It's so much worse. Would you like a pen? I have a spare one.

An ill wind is blowing. Last night I was stirred from my slumber by a crow calling three times. Caw... caw... well you know what a crow sounds like. Passing to my window, I trod on a piece of lego. Oh, it went right in the heel. Turning on my television set, I noticed the reception wasn't great. Not terrible, just not great. Hear me well, no good can come of your trip to the theatre tonight, no good at all. And if you ask me... That's just bloody rude. Where's my Heat?

I don't like goat's anything. I don't like goats being involved in any stage of the food production process.