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As of 1:25pm today, I am now the proud father to a wee boy. We haven’t decided on a name yet, so I was thinking Yoga Fire Yoga Fire Yoga FLAME Benzoate McGowan Limond.

Take a look at the graphic above. I think it’s the solution to a problem that’s been bugging us for centuries.

When you write the word “Booooooooooooooooring”, there’s a fair chance the reader will incorrectly read it initially with a “boo” sound, as if you’re booing them. When they get to the end, they realise the word is “boring”, and they have to effectively read it again correctly. It wastes time and it’s annoying.

But here is my solution.

Simply write the word “Boring”, and use the space within the letter O to write a number, indicating how many O’s you want the reader to imagine you’ve used (or how many times longer than normal you want them to hold the O sound). The reader immediately knows they’ve to pronounce the word as “boring”, but hold the O sound.

The image above is an example of how I’d write the title of this post, with 16 O’s. It would be easy to implement when writing, but if you’re typing it, it would need a special keyboard. Until they make one, you can always just link to this post, assuming you want to use 16 O’s.

I welcome your thoughts.

To whoever recommended Prince of Darkness to me, thanks, thanks a lot. It was fucking shite.

This will probably be the last weekend of nice weather for the entire year. That’s not based on any weather information, that’s my own in built knowledge. This weekend will be nice, then that’s your lot.

How will you be enjoying it? The most interesting answer wins a prize, of a kick in the baws or a boot in the fanny.

Happy birthday to my lovely girlfriend and a happy 10 year anniversary. May she be kindly rewarded in the afterlife for putting up with me for so long, hahahah aahhaha.

I’m due to be a dad this week. If you ask me if I’m excited, I’d be like this: “Naw”. Not because I’m a cold hearted, unfeeling cunt, but because that’s been nine months now. It’s like Lynn’s always been pregnant and always will be, and there’s never going to be a baby.

When I think about this weekend or next week, I think about what’s on the telly or stuff I’m doing for Limmy’s Show. It doesn’t feel like we’re going to have a baby that’s going to need us for the next 20 odd years, every single day.

Was it the same for all you dads out there?

Know any places where the staff are miserable? List them here.

Have you ever murdered anyone?

If so, why?

This is your favourite song.

I haven’t been cos I can’t be fucked. Have you? Who have you seen? Who’s good, who’s not?