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Lately, I think 'fireman' is as good a word as any.

I think it's because in my head I can always hear the dispatcher's voice listing the units being sent; 'Engine 33, Truck 49, Truck 51, Medic 20...etc.' as it does in the film. Our fire brigade does some thing similar and it reminds me of that.

I am most emphatically male.

Heh. A dead arsehole is still an arsehole, I suppose. Falling down and lying still does not undo the deeds of one's life.

What's wrong with calling it 'D-Day'? Is this some vicarious civilian over-touchie-feelyness about a certain day in 1944 or something else? 'D-Day' is just a term that means 'the day that X event takes place' and nothing more, except in the way that 'Ground Zero', meaning the epicentre of an...

Went to a record shop in my lunch break. I've decided to start educating my (three-week old) daughter in music and thus picked up some decent heavy metal LPs. As a concession to my wife I also picked up some Holst and Dvorak.

A wild boar. As in, actual European, gore-you-to-death wild boar, not those escaped domestic pigs that sometimes get called that in the Americas.

'Call to Courage', a.k.a. 'the theme tune from Ladder 49'.

I'm an absolute news junkie, but only for stuff that actually matters. No interest in celebrity gossip or sport. My main focus just now is watching the slowly unfolding collapse of the world's financial system and wondering just how bad it'll actually get when the whole thing finally goes down.

Oddly enough, I love fireworks. Especially rockets, though the ones that shoot lots of little projectiles into the air sound a bit like large calibre weapon fire and make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I still kind of enjoy them, though.

32 going on 18.

I'm Scottish. To us swearing is pretty much a form of punctuation. We don't treat it as serious business at all unless there's real feeling behind it. That combined with my time in the army means that my speech tends to be...lively.

This approach worked for me, though I also did it myself rather than rely on an other person. Between that and becoming a fireman, my symptoms have almost completely vanished. The hard part, if you aren't able to do it yourself, is finding someone who can; a decent shaman is hard to find in a...

But that's just a memory. 'Me' at that age no longer exists. See, I'm more than capable of having 'non-adult' fun but I don't at all think there's some sub-division of me that enjoys those things while the rest of me doesn't. The way I see it, there is only one 'me'. The thing that calls...

It's basically a matter of poor syntax. If they'd chosen something a little less absolute than 'without caution' it might not have been a problem, although I think we can safely say that most people will realise that the advert exaggerates its point for humour value and that they aren't...

I'm not sure I get the whole 'inner child' thing. There's nobody else in here with me; it's just me. Those things didn't happen to some other person, far off in time and space; they happened to me. So who and where is this child? As far as I'm aware, I don't have an 'inner child'. My wife, on...

I like light-hearted whodunnits, science fiction, sword-and-sorcery stuff, historical documentaries (unless they are American: I hate the 'ad-break-every-ten-minutes-followed-by-a-five-minute-recap' format of American documentaries) programmes about disasters and programmes about war.

Crew.

Heh. I seem to be enjoying a second crack at my youth recently, too. I've been partying more, getting more enthusiastic about all the things I used to enjoy and all sorts. I think it may be directly linked to the fact that I'm finally back in an exciting, dangerous frontline job after rotting...

I went record shopping for old-school heavy metal LPs. That said, I'm not sure if that's for me or for my unborn son who my wife swears dances about when I play Dio records.

I find that I get really, really stressed out by telephone conversations now, especially if I know I have to phone or email or talk to somebody else afterwards. I didn't used to, but that's how it's been when the really bad stuff has happened at work: constant radio calls, telephone calls...

My dreams almost always adhere to one of two templates: 1. I'm somewhere familiar, not always the same place, but where it is it always looks run down and dilapidated, sometimes almost ruined. The sky outside is dark, sometimes because of heavy stormclouds and sometimes because it's night...

At the moment it is two minutes to the hour everywhere!

Dan (Pilot of the Future!)

I am, by nature, a very organised person. Unfortunately, I'm also a very forgetful person. The combined effect of those two things is that I periodically put everything away nice and tidily, but I'll gradually take more and more stuff out then forget to put it back and forget where I left it, so...