Hah! I grew up in Elizabeth, the freakin' heartland of Barnsey, Chisel and AccaDacca. I have two wooden legs b/c I had to gnaw off my real ones to escape hearing those clowns!

• whimper* So much suffering! I feel your pain, though I admit my experiences mostly occured in those few precious seconds between the initial tuning mishap and my desperate lunge at the dial once I realised my mistake. Not overwhelmingly damaging perhaps, but somtimes all it takes is a few guitar riffs...

What state/territory is Elizabeth in? My geography is oh-so-sadly inadequate, even in regards to my own country.

What state/territory is Elizabeth in?

California, at the moment.

I'll grab the kids -- Bloom, Farrell, Rhys-Meyers, so they don't get into any trouble.

Keep your hands off Rhys-Meyers. He's mine.

Thanks so much.

I think the people who made up Coke were looking for a cough remedy initially. They should have known they missed when it didn't taste bad, but maybe that's just me.

I think you'll find Rhys-Meyers is MINE, and I'll take Cillian Murphy while I'm at it, thank you very much. It's a twofer deal. Ewan can keep them in line.

hazarding wild guess> iirc, lots of soft drinks were initially marketed as 'health' drinks? Like Tonic water? Coke and the various other colas definitely were, and Dr Pepper still has the 'Dr' bit to its name, so it probably wasn't as much of a random crazy thing at the time.

Wow. Fay's wild guess isn't all that wild. I believe this was the actual reason. Check out the big, sexy brain on Fay.

I think the people who made up Coke were looking for a cough remedy initially. They should have known they missed when it didn't taste bad, but maybe that's just me.

Considering the original formula was made with cocaine, rather than caffeine, I don't know that it tasted bad per se, but I'm betting it made your sore throat go numb in a quick hurry.

I'd kill for a time machine, if only to try cocaine Coke, just one time.

California, at the moment.

Snerk. Y'know, on one level, my brain understands that this is a joke, but it's 3.30am here and my geography is such that I keep getting these paranoid flashes of a town that'll transplant itself across the oceans just to confuse me...

It's possible that I should go to bed now. G'night all. :)

No, I'm sure it didn't, but mostly they do. And yes, no matter what you'd feel good.

Oh silly silly Jars. Nice try. I've been hoarding Jonathan Rhys-Meyers in the corner for quite a while now.

Ah, but do you have a friend of a friend who knows him? And your friend promised to steal you his his phone number, just so you can have it in your phone, but not call him, because that's just creepy?

He's just so pointy, and effeminate, and lithe, and ....yum. I hope they repeat Gormenghast soon. Cos, y'know - hot.