@pe7erpark3r Your huge list of names, yes. Its worth noting that the God of the Internet has a VERY short attention span. I recently tried to look up the cast and crew of Krzysztof Kieslowski's Dekalog on IMDB and it was VERY iffy. Suffice to say, Mr Park3r, I will pray for you to avoid being lynched by other TWS users. Longa vita et pax Iedienses advenimus.

2019 is going fine. We live in exciting times ...well, moderately interesting times ...well, okay, then, 'times'.

@Durwin That is truly a weekus horribilous, but Durwin, you must remember that these things are sent to try us. Just as the workings of The Matrix are being undermined, we must have faith that soon the whole human race will see the bizarreness of a human child born of a union between Gerald Scarfe's Mrs Thatcher cartoon and the robot from Star Wars: Rogue One (Theresa May), and we shall all WAKE from our slumber into a new age of enlightenment. Longo vivas tempore et bene sit.

@Lurker We all of us make grievous hacking errors when we're young. I once hacked in to Ceefax and advertised a bogus whist drive, which all the old ladies flocked to in vain. I know that the nuclear codes are safe in your heart, my son. GO IN PEACE.

Well, well, well.

TWS may have let you forget your sins from the past two weeks, but THE GOOD LORD HAS NAE. For it is Sunday. Pastor Indrid's confessional booth is open. GERTCHA.

Possible crimes: 1. Laziness. 2. Disrespecting UK Parliament. 3. Breaking the speed limit. 4. Lost control, did a roll. 5. General daft laddery.

CONFESS.

@Durwin Maybe it was the responsibility of being a TWS moderator that lured you back to the World of the Mortals?

At a risk of being morbid, HOW…
…do you envisage your death?
I guess the prevailing hope, and the odds-on probability, is that you’ll die in hospital, surrounded by your loved ones. And that’s fair enough. But …little bit passé, isn’t it? Little bit uninspired, isn’t it?
I always used to daydream about undertaking some great, heroic protest (maybe just at capitalism itself), chaining myself outside, say, Parliament or the Stock Exchange, and then self-immolating like that Buddhist monk in Vietnam. And that’s still a possibility, I guess. But it’s a bit horrible. Imagine if Moose rocked up and said, ‘What doing?’ just as you lit the match.
Another possibility is this: wait for a really clear, beautiful sunset, get really tanked up on liquor, climb into a rubber ring and just drift gently, gently out to sea. You could time it so the last thing you saw was the stars and the twinkling city lights. Also, you could live-stream it –partly in case you got lonely, partly so you could donate the monetised viewing proceeds to charity.
Y’know. Tell me if I’m being too morbid, or glorifying death. Pretty sure it’s still a long way off yet, for any of us. Besides, we’ve all got to survive the Snowflake War first.

Its alright for you, Park3r. You've stated before that you're quite capable of talking with real life strangers. Y'know. On the street. Most other TWS users are a lot more shy. I just lined all my action figures up in a row and made them talk about Brexit.

Biff keeps Sports Almanac?

Surely just excessive sniffing is option no. 5?