Some unsolicited advice

If you're planning to drop a box of something highly staining (say, blackberries) mixed with a mordant (say, vodka) onto the floor (say, from the top shelf of the fridge to get a really good explosion), I highly recommend that you actively dislike your floor covering. I mean, you'll dislike it even more with a massive purple blodge on it, but it cuts down on the angst.

(What nurk chooses grey carpet tiles for a kitchen anyway?)

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I just went over to our canteen and the World Powerlifting Championships were going on in the Atrium. Fish and chips acompanied by the odd *"HUUAAARRRGGGH!"* *ripple of polite applause* was a tad surreal.

(I don't really understand sporting subcultures. It must take an awful lot of effort, money and pain for these men to get to the point where their thighs are wider than their heads and they can lift heavy things over their heads for an audience of about 30 fellow competitors and 23 people pausing on their way back from lunch. Ah well.)