Folks, I have a confession. I’m a sucker for trash scifi and as such, I’m sitting here watching deep impact on bbc3 and have to admit it’s one of my favourite. Armageddon and this would make my perfect Sunday night.

No points for being ironic or retro cool, be honest – what’s your real guilty pleasure?

I w*** a lot

Little mix,riding my new road bike,cuddling bunnies,shall I go on?

Sometimes I go for a poo at home when I don’t need one, I just sit there for 20 mins and enjoy the peace.

Listening to Elton John. Tiny Dancer On headphones

Sometimes I go for a poo at work when I don’t need one, I just sit there for 20 mins and enjoy the peace and get paid for it.

I like to dress up as a cyclist. I’ve not been rumbled yet.

I can’t help listening to Elaine Page on radio 2.

Feel quilty not Craigxxl,you are not alone !

Thank god I’m not alone.

Airplane Repo

Really people? **** and Elaine Paige?

I really expected more – humour or at least an insight into the psyche of the STW collectif.

I think you may have got an accurate insight… 😆

Too embarrassed to say but involves a deep fat frier and animal suffering that has to be atoned for after.

i feel a bit guilty about liking the odd R Kelly tune (and Trapped In The Closet) now that it has emerged that he’s basically the Jimmy Saville of RnB 🙁

I actually love a nice salad, and vegan cuisine

Mantastic – Member

I w*** a lot

I just had a **** thinking about mantastic **** a lot.

Taylor Swift

Sometimes I have a look at bikeradar

I only ever eat at Greggs and my hair is a wig

Whoa, my Mrs listens to radio two but she know well to turn it off at 2p.m. on a Sunday before the threats of violence towards the radio even have a chance to begin, just can’t handle that showbiz crap, truly despicable.
Anyway mine is watching Take Me Out.

I run in swimming pools, put my hands on the glass in museums, bounce on beds in shops, do jumps on ramps made from planks of wood on my bike and run through muddy puddles.

I bought that silent clutch LX hub off of here, so I could build a really quiet bike, sneak up on children and let off an air horn as I pass laughing.

Sometimes I go for a poo at work when I don’t need one, I just sit there for 20 mins and enjoy the peace and get paid for it.

20 minutes?!?! 😯

Surely you can make it last longer than that… 😆

Not when I think about Miss Jenkins in accounts.

1. My timid, helical progress with self-individuation.

2. After-midnight bread and fillings raids in dark kitchens.

3. Liza Tarbuck on aforementioned Radio 2

4. Terribly sedate, leisurely and upright Dutch-bike riding (Sometimes whilst listening to abovementioned via headphones) – in the UK.

I like Homes under the hammer.

Reese Witherspoon films, Girls Aloud and Reeses Peanut Butter Cups.

The peanut butter cups are a weakness more than a guilty pleasure, I suppose.

This place.

And homes under the hammer.

Sitting on the loo with my iPad, browsing the Singletrack forums………

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Homes under the hammer and McDonalds Breakfasts

ABBA, reading large volumes of Peanuts cartoons and going to model railway exhibitions.

CBeebies

Proper Christmas songs. Could spend all year listening to them.

On seeing that Tim Minchin clip my first thought was ‘White Wine in the Sun’, possibly the best Christmas song ever.

Pot Noodles, don’t do it often but enjoy it when I do.

One other one –

The Gruffalo.

Whenever it’s on TV I can quote it word for word, much to the disdain of my 30something year old step daughter

Kitchen dancing.
Napoleon Dynamite ain’t got nothing on me

Last night I had a chip shop tea with a bottle of fizzy juice, both fairly unusual events these days. Starving, I scoffed the lot in a surprisingly short period of time.
Then some stomach pains.
Then an epic, 40+ minutes period of very loud and almost musical farting.
The food was good, the farting was a real pleasure and being on my own, nothing to feel guilty about.

Whenever I go to fill the car with petrol, I cannot resist getting a Starbar to scoff quickly before getting home.